"I wish he would," thought Percy. "Then, if there's any trouble about this money, he will be well out of the way, and nobody can find out about it."
"I can pay you to-night," said Percy.
"You can? You're a trump!" said Reginald, in gratified surprise.
"Suppose we go up to your room," went on Percy nervously, "and don't talk about it here. I don't want anybody to know that I am owing you any money."
"I understand. The governor wouldn't like it, hey?"
"No, he'd be awful mad."
"Follow me, then, Percy," and Ward led the way up to his room.
"Lock the door," said Percy.
"Seems to me we are mighty mysterious," commented Ward, laughing. "Oh, well; anything to accommodate. Now, where are the spondulicks?"
"Can you change a twenty-dollar bill?" asked Percy.