“Now I’ll tell you what I’m going to do,” Poke went on. “I’m going to take the whole club and Varley out to the Rainbow Mountain House, and give ’em a bang-up good dinner. We’ll make it a hike out and back, with the feed in between. Great notion, eh?”
“Let’s see your cash!” said Sam bluntly.
Poke produced a roll of bills with a flourish. “There! Count ’em if you want to.”
Sam took advantage of the permission.
“Well, it’s twenty-five, all right,” he admitted, as he returned the bills.
“Sure it is! And twenty’ll pay for the dinners for the crowd. Oh, I’ve found out. I’ve been doing a lot of telephoning out to the hotel, and everything’s arranged for next Saturday.”
“Invited Varley yet?”
“No; I’m waiting to hear what you have to say.”
Sam took thought. “It—it’s a good deal for you to blow in, Poke.”
Poke waved a lordly hand. “Oh, easy come, easy go, Sam. Hang the expense!”