But I wish I could help you with your boat, for I know you haven't any loose money to throw around like young Rip." Driggs dug his hands deep into his pockets and wrinkled his brow in thought.
At last he looked up hopefully.
"I'll tell you what I've been thinking about, boys.

The town will be laughing at young Ripley to-morrow.

But Rip, he'll be passing the laugh around on you young fellers, too.

Now, I don't mind Rip's troubles; but it's different with you boys, and I know how it stings to part with all the money you could scrape together.
Now, let's look this job over.

I could say about thirty dollars for this job.