“A third is too much,” objected Joe. “It’s your discovery and your scheme. I’ll be perfectly satisfied with one quarter.”
“No, Joe; it must be one third, or I’ll call the whole thing off and sell the team,” said Dick, resolutely.
“All right, Dick; but I call it uncommonly liberal.”
“Pooh! We’re chums, aren’t we?”
“Sure we are.”
“Then stop your kicking.”
Captain Beasley, who had been an amused listener to the foregoing debate, now ventured a word.
“You forget, Master Armstrong, that it’ll be some two or three weeks yet before you can gather those nuts. What are you going to do in the meantime, for of course, if you’ve determined on this plan, you’re not going down to New York on this boat.”
“Oh, I’ve got an idea to cover that time,” said the boy, with sparkling eyes.
“Another speculation, eh?” smiled the captain.