"You'll get it. You'll have one," said Peter John nodding his head decidedly. "I don't know what I ever did it for anyway. At first I thought it was a good joke on you. M—some of the fellows said it would be. And then somehow I kept it up."
"Never mind, Peter John. I'll fix it. It'll be all right."
"Did you tell my father?" inquired Peter John anxiously."No. I haven't told him anything."
"I'm glad. I lost some money on that trip with the football team, Will."
"How much?"
"Seven dollars and a half. It was all I'd got."
"Do you want—" Will started to take out his pocketbook, but stopped abruptly, for he was not certain just how Peter John might receive his offer. He did not see the light that came for a moment into his classmate's eyes or the look of disappointment that quickly followed it.
"I'm never going to bet any more," remarked Peter John simply.
"Of course not."
"But my money is gone and I sha'n't be able to pay for those things I had charged to you at Tommie's, as I fully meant to."