They dumped the spoils in the cabin. Up to this time Charley had said scarcely a word.
"What's the matter, boy?" queried his father. "Didn't you have a good time? Aren't you feeling well?"
"I've lost the papers," blurted Charley, wanting to cry.
"I've lost the papers"
"What?" His father and Mr. Grigsby stared at him. "You don't mean it!"
"Yes. I lost them, or somebody took them." And Charley did begin to cry. "I went in swimming and left my shoes in the cabin. And when I came back the papers were gone. Boo-hoo."
"Pshaw!" muttered Mr. Grigsby.
"Well, don't cry about it," spoke his father, sharply. "Brace up, and tell us about it."