"And if he's bigger than six foot?"
"Don't you fret. You won't get one bigger."
"We might," said Arnold dryly.
Crundall actually smiled. "I like your sand," he said. "Tell you what. I'll make it ten dollars a foot extra for anything above six foot. Is that a go?"
"Agreed!"
"Mind you, he's got to be whole and sound. No shark hooks in him, nor bullet holes," warned Crundall.
"Right," said Arnold. "We'll start in the morning."
Crundall nodded. He was a rough chap, but the straight talk of the young fellow appealed to him. He turned to Pete. "Pete, see these fellers have a bed to-night and grub. So long. The dollars will be ready when you come back with the 'gator."
"A sweet fix you've got us in, Arnold, me boy," was Terry's first remark when, after an excellent supper, the two reached their room.
"What's the matter, Terry?"