"I can't talk at all pretty quick if I don't git a moistener," said Fred piteously. Pouring out a scant cupful of water into his hat, Average Jones handed it over. "Drink slowly," he advised. "You've got about a hundred dollars' worth there at present quotations." Colonel Richford's head went up with a jerk. "Hundred dollars' worth!" he croaked, his eyes fiery with suspicion.