'What is it?
Who did it?
Oh, my poor nerves!' "'Drat your poor nerves!' Nate says.

'I've got a good promisin' job for you.

Listen to this.' "Then he told about the professor's wantin' Gus to be assistant and help do what the old man called 'experiments.' "'Dixland ?' says Gus, 'Ansel Hobart Dixland, the great scientist! And I'm to be HIS assistant?
Assistant to the man who discovered DIXIUM and invented--' "'Oh, belay there!' snorts Nate, impatient.

Tell me this--he's awful rich, ain't he ?' "'Why, I believe--yes, Harmon said he was.

But to think of MY bein'-- ' "'Now, nephew,' Nate cut in, 'let me talk to you a minute.