"Walter is the kind of a fellow that will keep
without canning."
"Meaning some others won't--such as Sid, for example?"
"Well, he's very `close' sometimes, so to speak. At least very hard
to understand. But let's talk about something else. When do you go
over to the bank, to stand and deliver your good cash, bonds and
securities for their stock?"
"This very afternoon, may it please the court. And, by the same
token, I should be getting home now. Hope we won't meet anyone, or
they might ask, as Sid did, if I'd been clamming. I can't seem to
keep out of the mud."
They gathered up their fishing paraphernalia and walked out to the
highway.
"Are you and your money going over in the machine?" asked Jack.
"Certainly. Why not? Henry Porter is going to loan me his
runabout."
"Oh, I suppose it's all right, but it's a lot of money to carry with
you alone--twenty thousand dollars."
"And to hear you talk I might suspect that you had designs on it.
I guess I'll get over to New City with it safe and sound. I hardly
think I need a bodyguard."
"Humph! Maybe not. I guess you'll be all right."
"Your sister seems much interested in motoring," remarked Ed as they
trudged along.
"Oh, yes, sis is just wild about it.
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