“I won’t breathe a word of it to anyone,” said Nan eagerly.
But Kid, looking important, shook his head. “I’d like to, Nan, honest, but—but I mustn’t now. Some day——”
“You’ll forget all about it,” she charged.
“No, I won’t. Not likely!” Kid sighed. “A fellow doesn’t forget—such things!”
“What things?”
“Er—like that.”
Nan studied him a moment and Kid stood the ordeal rather well. But Nan wasn’t satisfied. “You just don’t want to tell me,” she said at last. “You could if you wanted to. And I think you might, Kid.”
“Haven’t I told you it’s a secret?” he asked testily. “You don’t expect a fellow to—to go back on his word, do you?”
Nan was silenced for a moment. Then, “Well, is it—is it anything about money?” she questioned.