"Geewhillikens!" exclaimed Crundall as he surveyed the monster which four oxen were tugging in a cart through the hotel grounds. "I'll need a new pond for that le-vi-athan!"
"Give us the job to dig it?" put in Arnold quickly.
For the first time since they had met him Hiram Crundall actually laughed.
"I reckon I've got a better job for you two fellers than digging sand. Say, how'd you like to come into my office and learn this hotel business. Don't mind telling you there's a pot of money in it."
"We accept, sir!" cried Arnold briskly. "Whatever it is, it's better than growing frozen oranges."
"I've made half a million at it in ten years, so I ought to know," replied Crundall dryly.
Here Terry put in a word. "I say, Arnold, how about Cassidy?"
"Cassidy—who's he?" asked Crundall.
Terence told the story of the bet.
Crundall slapped his great knee. He pulled out a huge pocketbook, counted out bills for two hundred dollars, and handed them to Arnold. "You git right along," he said, "and collect. And if Cassidy don't pay on demand wire me. I'll come an' make him."