"You tucked it away in pink cotton, didn't you?" demanded the one inside the tent.
"That's what he d-d-did," answered Toby, before Max could speak.
"And say, Max, did you take her out again?" asked Bandy-legs, reproachfully.
"I did not," answered Max, firmly.
He shot a glance toward Steve. That individual seemed to be staring, just as the others were. Max could discover not the faintest indication on his part of amusement. Indeed, he even looked indignant and aroused.
"Well, all I c'n say then, is, it's mighty funny," Bandy-legs kept on repeating.
"Can't you find the little cardboard box?" called out Max.
"Not any; I tell you it ain't here!" came in reply.
"Oh! s-s-shucks! you n-n-need a pair of specs I g-g-guess, Bandy!" jeered Toby.
"Fetch the bag out here," ordered Max; and as he was the recognized head of the club, his word in a case of this kind was law.