"I say, Bob!" he exclaimed at last, "here’s a chance for you....  All right—I won’t shout, but listen!  ’G.R.—Notice. Tenders for the purchase of waste from the Upper Edgecombe Camp should reach the Officer Commanding not later than noon on Thursday, December 12.’  Fortunes have been made out of waste.  Perhaps you have tendered already: I see the paper’s nearly a week old."