“Huh! that’s a fine way to treat your own property,” remarked Glutts, with malicious humor. “Why didn’t you examine the bundle before you threw it away?”
“Aw, you shut up! You make me tired! Go on and look in your own bundle.”
The wholesale butcher’s son did so, and there found another card from the Rovers. This was pinned fast to the silk handkerchief, which was neatly folded.
“Well, anyhow the handkerchief is all right,” said Glutts consolingly, as he passed it over.
“I ought to make ’em pay for that broken flashlight,” grumbled Werner.
“I think I see you doing it,” came with a laugh from the other. “You’ll pocket your loss and say nothing about it.”
“We’ve got to get square with the Rovers for this.”
“I agree with you there. But now I guess we had better go to bed and try to get some sleep;” and then the two turned in once more.
Andy and Randy, crouching low at the side of the tent, had, of course, taken in all that was said and done. Each was on a broad grin as they stole back to their own quarters.
“Wasn’t it rich?” chuckled Andy. “I had the greatest desire in the world to burst out laughing.”