There were others, but Tippoo shot or poisoned 'em." "So we're rich," smiled Yerkes.
"Of course we are! Consider this, America, and tell me if Standard Oil can beat it! One million tusks! I'm told--" "By whom ?" "One-eye says--" "You'll say 'Oh!' at me to a different tune, before I've done! One-eye says it never paid to carry a tusk weighing less than sixty pounds.
Some tusks weigh two hundred--some even more--took four men to carry some of 'em! Call it an average weight of one hundred pounds and be on the safe side." "Yes, let's play safe," agreed Monty seriously.
"One hundred million pounds of ivory!" said Fred, with a smack of his lips and the air of a man who could see the whole of it.

"The present market price of new ivory is over ten shillings a pound on the spot.
That'll all be very old stuff, worth at least double.

But let's say ten shillings a pound and be on the safe side." "Yes, let's!" laughed Yerkes.
"One thousand million--a billion shillings!" Fred announced.

"Fifty million pounds!" "Two hundred and fifty million dollars!" Yerkes calculated, beginning to take serious notice.
"But how are we to find it ?" I objected.
"That's the point.

Government 'ud hog the lot, but has hunted high and low and can't find it.