“You’d rather the others didn’t know? Oh, all right. Only it does spoil a mighty good story, Cal.” Ned looked at the bills in his hand. “This is like finding money. What’ll we do with it?”
“I’m going to get a new key for my trunk,” answered Cal, “and lock mine up.”
“And I’m going to town and buy things. Only I can’t today, I guess. You can’t play good football on nut sundaes and college ices. I suppose,” he added regretfully, “I’ll have to wait until Monday. Then you and I, Cal, will go down and have a regular feast!”
“Do you remember,” asked Cal, “how Molly dreamed about me and apples that time? That was sort of—sort of funny, wasn’t it?”
“It surely was! I don’t suppose you’d like me to tell even Molly, Cal?” Cal shook his head.
“If you don’t mind,” he said apologetically.
“All right. But what shall I tell the fellows? Just say I found it? That’ll do, I guess. None of their business, anyway. Gee, what time is it getting to be? We’ll have to get a move on, chum!”