Edward manifested a great deal of enthusiasm in the search. He was sure it must be where Harry had put it, or that it had rolled back out of sight; and he began tearing up the floor with a zeal that threatened the destruction of the building. But the box could not be found, and they were obliged to abandon the search.
"Too bad, Harry."
"That is a fact; I can't spare that money, anyhow. I have been a good while earning it, and it is too thundering bad to lose it."
"I don't understand it," continued Edward.
"Nor I either," replied Harry, looking his companion sharp in the eye. "No one knew I had it but you."
"Do you mean to say I stole it?" exclaimed Edward, doubling his fist, while his cheek reddened with anger.
"I don't say so."
"Humph! Well, you better not!"
"Don't get mad, Edward. I didn't mean to lay it to you."
"Didn't you?" And Edward was very glad to have the matter compromised.