"I'll bet she could have had Mrs. Sittin' Bull crowded into the back drop," says I grinnin'.
And Auntie returns the grin.
You might know it would be Rupert who'd break the spell.
"I am wondering," says be, "just how we are going to get all this treasure on board the yacht without the crew knowing all about it."
"Why wonder?" says Old Hickory. "Leave it to Torchy."
"Ah, say!" I protests.
"No alibis," insists Mr. Ellins, slappin' me encouragin' on the shoulder. "Strategy is what we want from you, young man. Plenty of it under that brilliant hair of yours. We'll give you three minutes."
And of course, havin' it batted up to me that way by the big boss, and with Vee gazin' at me expectant, I had to produce.
"You'll stand for any little tale I tell 'em, eh?" I asks.
"Absolutely," says he.