"Least said soonest mended," added Lance, likewise giving the smaller boy a quick, stern look.
"Oh, I see!" muttered Bobby, searching the flushed face of Short and Long. "Say, Billy----"
But Short and Long started on a quick trot for home, and left his friends to stare after him. It was Bobby who did most of the staring, however. She said to Jess and Laura, after they had parted from the other boys:
"What do you know about that boy? I'm just wise to him. I believe I know what is the matter with Short and Long."
"Do you mean," asked Laura, "what makes him act so to Purt?"
"You have guessed my meaning, Mother Wit."
"What is the trouble between them?" demanded Jess. "Although Billy never was much in love with Purt Sweet."
"Don't you two girls remember the Saturday night that man was hurt on Market Street?"
"I should say I do remember it!" Laura agreed. "He is in the hospital yet, and he doesn't know who he is or where he came from."
"Oh, it's nothing to do with his identity," Bobby hastened to say. "It is about the car that ran him down. You know the police never have found the guilty driver."