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