“Haven’t I? I’ve got ten boxes of them and I want two dollars and a half for them!”
Kid stared. “Ten boxes!” he ejaculated finally. “Where did you get ten boxes, I’d like to know. I only sold you one and you threw that away——”
“I thought I might need them,” answered Lanny with a grin, “and so I got some of the fellows to sell me theirs.”
“You did, eh?” asked Kid disgustedly. “Say, you’re a regular financier, aren’t you? You and Rockefeller must look just alike at a distance, eh? I suppose you told the other fellows you had a bad cold and they gave their tablets to you?”
“No, I told them I was hard up and needed them for my starving family,” responded Lanny sweetly.
Kid flushed. Then, after a moment’s pause, “Well, you want two dollars and a half, do you?” he asked so loudly that the boys across the room in front of the hearth heard and turned around to listen.
“Well don’t yell it,” muttered Lanny. “You said you’d take the tablets back—”
“Yes, I agreed to take them back,” Kid replied loudly. “It seemed only fair, as some of you fellows were dissatisfied. There’s nothing the matter with them, of course. They’re perfectly good tablets and they’d do all I said they would. Still, if you fellows feel that you’ve been cheated——”
“What’s the row?” asked Ben Holden, sauntering over, followed by others.
“Nothing,” replied Lanny, visibly annoyed.