Oh, well--forget Bland! So there were the three hundred--gee golly, but it had cost, that short stay in the burg of Bland's dreams.

A hundred dollars gone like the puff of a cigarette! Well, there were the three hundred left--he'd have been broke, pronto, if he had stayed there much longer.

Another hundred he had spent on the Thunder Bird--golly, but propellers do cost a lot! And that shotgun he never had had a chance to shoot--Cliff sure was a queer guy, making him buy all that scenery, and then caching him away so no one ever got a chance to size him up and see whether he looked like a duck hunter or not.

Well, anyway, let's see.

There were a thousand in big juicy hundreds; and five hundred more in fifties and twenties-- Out beyond the oak's leafy screen the dogs were barking and growling and the children were calling shrilly.