"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 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