Until I hear from dad, in answer to that letter I sent the night I was taken out to the Bar Z Ranch, I won't know what we're expected to do with the prof.

Meanwhile, we've got to keep an eye on him.

He's the sole owner of a rich mining claim, and he's about as capable of looking after his interests as a blanket Indian." "That's right," assented Clancy.

"Borrodaile can tell you all about the Jurassic Period, and can give you the complete history of the Neanderthal man from A to Izizard, but I'll guarantee to sell him a gold brick in five minutes.

As for business--well, he doesn't know any more about ordinary, everyday business than a--er--troglodyte, whatever that is." "My dream was about the professor," struck in Ballard.
Merry and Clancy turned at that and gave their chum some attention.
"Come over with it, Pink," said Frank.