"When did we ever make so much money in life same time before?"
blurted Hazelton.

"Never, perhaps," Prescott admitted. "We made money, this time,
because we had something that everyone wants, and the supply of
which isn't large. We would have made far more money if we had
had a cart full of diamonds in the rough."

"What are you talking about?" demanded Hazelton. "We don't know
where to find diamonds."

"I didn't say that we did," Dick rejoined. "But we had something
that is rare, and in demand. The rarer a thing is that everyone
wants the better price can be had for it. The bass didn't bring
anywhere near as much money as the trout, just because people
don't call for black bass as much as they will for brook trout."

They were entering the little village beyond the hotel. They
had to go there in order to mail their letters, for all the boys
had taken advantage of this opportunity to write home.

"We'll be nervous with this seventy-eight dollars in camp, in
addition to the few other dollars we have," Dave suggested.

"We won't keep a lot of money in camp," Dick replied. "I'm going
to buy a money order for seventy-five dollars, payable to myself,
and send it to my father to hold for me until we get back. Then
I'll cash the order in Gridley and turn the money into our common
fund."