"Eh, Bill ?" "Oh, by all means," assented Bill.
Sam was not included in the conversation, and gazed sullenly straight in front of him as he lay where he had thrown himself on the fine white sand.
"Oh, by no means," echoed Hank derisively.

"Say, what do you fellows take me for, the late lamented Mr.Easy Mark?
If you do you have another think coming." "Now look here, Hank," argued Jack, "what's the objection?
All you've got to do is to take this note ashore, give it to some boy to deliver, and then go to the crossroads at whatever time to-night you see fit and get the money." "Of course," Bill hastened to put in, "you've got to bring it to us for proper division." "Oh, I have, have I ?" chuckled Hank.

"Well, what do you think of that?
I'm to do all the work and you fellows are to get the bacon! That's a fine idea--not! Four into two hundred doesn't go very many times, you know." "Not four," corrected Jack, "three.

Sam is out of this.

He's too much of a coward to have anything to do with it," he added, mimicking Sam's tone.
The boat-builder's son reddened, but said nothing in reply to the bully's taunt.
"Well, three, then," went on Hank; "that's not percentage enough for me.