"
"So here I am among the missing till I can save as much as I promised to
bring home. I sent the old gent a letter saying I had two hundred bucks. I
don't know who's got that two hundred, but I know one thing; I'm not going
up to Greendale till I have that much. I'm not human till then."
"Old gent write you a letter?" Harry asked, kind of careless.
"Yop, and warned me. Didn't do much good." For about a minute Harry just
sat there smoking and Jib Jab did the same thing. Neither one of them
spoke. Harry was whistling _Over There_. Then he reached down into his
pocket and threw a roll of bills into Jib Jab's lap.
"Here's your two hundred, Jib," he said; "and here's part of the letter.
Let's have a squint at that ring, will you?"
Gee whiz, I guess you could have knocked Jib Jab down with a feather.
CHAPTER XXXI
JIB JAB'S STORY
Then Harry told him all about his adventure cut on the ocean and how he
found the dead man in the boat, and the money.
"Funny thing, too," he said; "but we were trying to dope out the meaning of
that letter, all sitting around the camp-fire. We even thought we could see
the old gent.
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