“Have you got a pen of rabbits, Monty?”
“Yes’m, I have,” said the red-haired boy.
“And you are going to sell them to make up enough to pay for your radio set!”
“That’s what I wrote to the company. Mr. Mark, he got the letter. And he drove over here to tell me he’d give me credit till I could get the butcher to take the rabbits. He said he didn’t want any boy who was so much interested in radio telephony to wait for a set. He’s going to pick me out one himself, and it’ll be a dandy!” finished Montmorency, in a glow of eagerness.
“Oh, Montmorency Shannon!” gasped Henrietta. “Then they ain’t going to arrest you?”
“What d’you mean—arrest me?” asked the red-haired boy. “I didn’t cheat ’em. I only asked ’em to wait till I could sell my rabbits.”
“But the watch, Monty! The watch!” cried the freckle-faced girl.
“Hey, Spotted Snake, what d’you mean? I ain’t got a watch.”
“But he had! And it fell down with him when he busted his aeroplane. And he lost it. And now they say we found it up there at Miss Jessie’s, and——”
“Hold on! I don’t get you,” said Monty, scowling. “Who says I stole a watch?”