Ben turned away and started to cross the hall alone. But he evidently changed his mind, for he wheeled around and came back to where Hal was standing.
“Say,” he asked abruptly, “was that your gang that put the sign on our gate-post Hallowe’en?”
“You mean the sign ‘Puppies for sale’?”
“That’s what I mean.”
“Yes; that was our crowd.”
“Was it you that wrote on that sign: ‘Young Ben is the only puppy left’?”
“No; I didn’t write it.”
“Who did write it?”
“I don’t choose to tell.”
“Why not?”