I'd have had a 'stop order' somewhere.

Served Gilbert right; no business to be monkeying with a buzz-saw unless he knew how to throw off the belt." Jack straightened his shoulders and his brows knit.

The lines of the portrait were in the lad's face now.
"Well, maybe it's all right, Garry.

My own opinion is that it's no better than swindling.

Anyway, I'm mighty glad Uncle Arthur isn't mixed up in it.