"And he believed you at once," said Roy despondently.
"'When you're down on your luck,' he murmured, 'grin as hard as you can grin.'"
"N-no, he didn't," answered Harry. "He—he's a little bit stupid sometimes; I often tell him so."
Roy laughed in spite of his sorrow.
"What does he say then?" he asked.
"Oh, he just smiles," answered Harry resentfully. "I hate people to smile at you when they ought to answer, don't you?"
Roy supposed he did. And then, in another minute, they were side by side on the stone coping about the stable yard and Roy was telling Harry everything, even to the examining of Horace's trunk and the reason for it.
"That's it!" cried Harry with the utmost conviction. "He did it! I know he did!"