“Not one like that,” answered Cal. “If you’ve got a good one—”
“Oh, there are plenty of good ones left. I wonder how long they’ve been here. I guess it’s too warm for them.”
“Yes. Why don’t you take them over and let Spud keep them for you? They wouldn’t be too warm in the Ice Chest.”
“Oh, I don’t want them frozen,” laughed Ned. He closed the drawer again and they went on with their search. In the end they had to acknowledge defeat, although as Ned pointed out, their search had not been fruitless.
“I’ve got over five dollars myself,” said Cal. “I cal’late I’d better hide it somewhere or it may disappear too.”
“You can put it in my collar-box,” suggested Ned with a grin.
But Cal declined. “That box is a hoodoo,” he said. “There’s something wrong with it, Ned. I don’t want my money collared too.”
Ned laughed, but Cal didn’t see the joke until his unintentional pun had been explained to him.
“I’ve got it in my trunk now,” he went on, “but it isn’t locked because I’ve lost the key somewhere.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry,” said Ned. “Lightning doesn’t strike twice in the same place, they say.”