“Oh, but one moment, sir, if you please,” said Billy. “You had better leave the handkerchief here, hadn’t you?”
Roy stopped and smiled helplessly.
“I suppose so,” he said, “if I’ve got it.”
“Do you mean to deny that you have it?” exclaimed Billy in apparent astonishment.
“You bet I don’t,” answered Roy forcibly, to the amusement of the others.
“Ah,” said Billy, “then I’ll trouble you for it.” And he held out his hand.
“I—I guess you’ll have to take it,” answered Roy uneasily.
“You compel me to use force,” said Billy. “I’m sorry, but—” He seized Roy quickly, plunged a hand into the inside pocket of his jacket and drew forth the handkerchief neatly folded!
Roy stared at the handkerchief and at Billy. Then he shook his head and made for his seat.