Just then Henk came in. “Well, where is it?” he asked, with the self- importance of one who had thought of the idea in the first place, and had already paid his share.
“We’ll have to whistle for it,” answered Jet. “That nasty photographer won’t deliver it without his pay.”
“Well, nothing!” snapped Dirk. “I didn’t have the twenty-seven fifty, so the messenger took it back.”
“Good Lord,” said Henk, “I thought you knew the fellow. You made the arrangements.”
“Can I make the fellow deliver it?” said Dirk. “I went to see him, but he wasn’t in; won’t be back till the afternoon. If you’d paid your share, I wouldn’t have looked such a fool.”
“You can’t tell me,” said Henk, “that if you’d tried—”
“Are you so flush yourself?” replied Dirk heatedly. “Now, if we’d only bought the chair, we wouldn’t have had to take something we hadn’t s