"It's honest work, and the money is clean," answered Randy, warmly.
"Ha! What do you mean by clean money," demanded the big boy, suspiciously.
"Just what I said."
"Maybe you are trying to help spread that report that the Bartletts started about us," said the rich youth.
"What report do you mean, Bob?"
"You know well enough—the one about my father."
"I don't know."
"Ain't the Bartletts telling everybody that my father shoved 'em out of the iron works and that our money wasn't clean?"
"I haven't heard it."
"Bah! You needn't play the innocent. I know you, and I know Jack Bartlett, too."