"I doubt it," muttered young Benson, shaking his head. "In fact, sir,
I may as well tell you that it's waste of our time to carry this line
of talk any further."
"Ach! You are cunning," smiled Professor Radberg, no longer nonplussed.
"That is as it should be, too, for you are a clever young man, Herr
Benson."
"A thousand thanks," murmured Captain Jack.
"But, instead of talk," pursued the German, "you wish to see some money.
Quite right! I should, were I in your place, Herr Benson. Well,
then--ach! Look at this."
Thrusting a fat hand down deep in a trousers pocket, Herr Professor
Radberg brought up into view a big roll of money. He held this up so
that the submarine boy could feast his eyes on it. Jack looked,
composedly.
"Did you ever see anything like this--you, who are such a young boy?"
smiled the German, teasingly.
"I--I don't know, really," responded Jack, thoughtfully, thrusting a
hand down into his own trousers pocket. Young Benson brought up into
the light a very comfortable looking handful of banknotes, rolled and
surrounded by a broad elastic band. "Let's measure the two, Professor,
and see how they compare.
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