‘Don’t forget, you promised to back me up. Some day when they are off hunting animals we’ll get some men to help us and we’ll take all their animals that they have collected to New Delhi and sell them to zoos in India, Burma, Singapore and Japan for thousands and thousands of dollars. How does that sound to you?’ ‘It sounds fine,’ said Jim, ‘if you can pull it off. You don’t seem too good at pulling anything off. You could have earned fifty dollars for every animal you brought in, but the only thing you caught was a weasel and you let it get away.’ ‘Could I help that?’ said Vic. ‘It was slippery.’ ‘You’re pretty slippery yourself. Your dad has given you up as a bad job. He’s cut off your allowance and we’ve had to support you. When are you going to get down to business and earn your own way?’ ‘Right now,’ Vic said. ‘Give me some money and I’ll go to New Delhi and hire a couple of dozen trucks. Then some day we’ll hire some men from the villages to help us and we’ll pile everything, animals, cages and all, on the trucks, and roll away.’ Jim laughed.
