“Are you sure? Didn’t you tell anyone?”
“Not a soul,” lied Ned. “I didn’t even mention it to Cal.”
“Yes, you did, Ned,” contradicted the latter quietly. “You told me yesterday about it. Don’t you remember?”
“Did I?” murmured Ned with a scowl.
“Yes, because you were going to lend me two dollars so’s I could get my football things and not have to wait for money from home.”
“I’d forgotten,” answered Ned carelessly. But his glance at Cal said “Fool!” as plainly as any words could have done. Cal hardly knew what had prompted him to tell that. He was angry with Ned for suspecting him and, while appreciating the latter’s efforts to keep others from doing the same, he told himself that he would accept no favors. Hoop chuckled.
“Better give it back, Cal,” he advised.
“I say,” exclaimed Spud, “maybe the fellow I saw standing at your bureau last night was the thief! Remember my telling you that I saw someone in here and whispered across and got no answer?”
“Yes, but burglars don’t wear pajamas,” said Ned.
“I didn’t say he wore pajamas. I’m almost certain that he had on a nightgown. Anyway, he was in white. And he was standing right there at that bureau.”