“Me have a hand in it? Why, great Cæsar’s grandmother! Don’t you suppose I’d have stopped it if I could? I can’t for the life of me, though, understand where you heard it. Ed Kerr only told me ten minutes ago, and he said I was the first to know it.”
“Ed Kerr!” gasped Phil. “Did he have a hand in taking our old chair?”
“Your chair?” gasped Dan. “Who in the world is talking about your fuzzy old chair?”
“Hold on!” cried Tom. “Don’t you call our chair names, Kindlings, or——”
“Tell us how you heard about it,” suggested Sid.
“Say, are you fellows crazy, or am I?” demanded Dan, looking about in curious bewilderment. “I come here with a piece of news, and I find you firing conundrums at me about a chair that I wouldn’t sit in if you gave it to me.”
“None of us is likely to sit in it now,” spoke Phil, gloomily.
“Why not?” asked Dan.
“Because it’s gone!” burst out Tom.
“Stolen,” added Sid.