Dan nodded again.
“And one of them said something about ‘Miss Nancy.’ I didn’t pay any attention and just kept right on. Then this fellow Thompson—”
“Hold on! What sort of a looking fellow is Thompson?”
“He—he’s kind of heavy, with dark hair, and wears a plaid cap.”
“Sort of sallow, with a mole on his cheek? I think I remember him. But he’s bigger than you, isn’t he?”
“A little,” said Gerald grudgingly.
“All right. What happened?”
“He said ‘No, that’s Little Money-bags,’ and the other fellows laughed, and one of them said something I didn’t hear. Then Thompson said: ‘Oh, yes, his father’s got lots of money, but if folks knew where he got it he’d be in prison.’”
“And then what?” asked Dan sympathetically.
“Nothing.”