“Money? What money?” asked Kid evasively.
“The money you owe the boys.”
“Who says I owe them any money?”
“They say so. They say you made them think you needed it because your folks had lost all their money, and then you went down to the village and spent it all on candy and sweets. That Morgan boy says you could be—be persecuted for false pretenses.”
“I never said my folks had lost their money,” denied Kid indignantly. “They—they just thought that themselves. And, anyhow, the tablets were all right and worth the money they paid for them. I can show you heaps of testimonials.”
“Well, they say you ought to take the tablets back and return their money, Kid.”
“I’m willing,” replied Kid instantly, looking quite noble. “Any fellow who has a full box left can come and get his money any time, and you may tell them so from me.”
“But you know very well none of them has a full box, Kid; they’ve all tried them.”
“That’s not my fault. You can’t expect me to—to take back damaged goods, Nan. No one ever does that.”