“Well, as I say, I haven’t counted it yet. Maybe it will be nearer fifty than a hundred. I’d much rather they hadn’t given me anything. I—I only did my duty, you know.”
“It’ll be quite a feather for the school,” remarked Ben. “I hope the Maplewood fellows will read about it. They think over there since they’ve got an ex-President’s son that they’re the whole thing! I haven’t heard of him getting out and saving any lives!”
After the group had broken up Lanny followed Kid over toward the bookcase, whither the latter’s steps led him every now and then.
“When are you going to take back the tablets, Kid?” he asked carelessly.
Kid turned with an abstracted, far-away expression. “What tablets do you mean, Lanny?”
“Why the Tinkham’s, of course. You said you’d pay back a quarter for every box returned, didn’t you?”
“Did I?” Kid reflected deeply. “Perhaps I did. So much has happened——”
“You said so just last night,” insisted Lanny with annoyance. “Aren’t you going to?”
“Why, yes, if the fellows feel that I ought to. There’s no hurry, is there? Besides, what’s it to you? You haven’t any of them.”