“N—No, except that it’s always nicer to like fellows than not to. You get more out of—out of life, Dick. Well, never mind Blash. Want to go over to Jud’s for a few minutes? It isn’t too late.”
“I don’t know. Yes, I guess I will, but you needn’t bother unless you want to.”
“Oh, I’ll come along. We don’t have to stay. Hope there’ll be some eats, though.”
When they had turned back and were retracing their steps along The Front, Dick broke a silence of several minutes’ duration.
“Anyway,” he said a trifle resentfully, “I noticed one thing.”
“What’s that?” inquired Stanley.
“Blashington took mighty good care not to say anything about that twelve cents he owes me!”