“Honest I haven’t. If you don’t believe me, Bert, come on and see for yourself.” Bert followed him into Number 3 and Kid got the collar-box out and emptied its contents on the bed. “That’s every cent, Bert, honest injun!”
“How much?” asked Bert.
“Seventeen and a half. Count it yourself.”
Bert counted it. “There’s eighteen-sixty-two, Kid.”
“I had a dollar and twelve cents. I’d forgotten that. But all they gave me for saving their old lives was seventeen dollars and a half!”
“But the paper said—”
“The paper didn’t know.” Kid viewed the pile of bills and coins thoughtfully. Finally he counted out ten dollars of it and pushed it resolutely toward Bert. “Say, you take charge of that for me, will you? That’s for the Fund, you know. If I have it it’ll be gone in a week.”
“I’d rather not, Kid. Suppose I lost it or it was stolen.”
“It wouldn’t be any worse than if I kept it here,” answered Kid sadly. “It would be gone just the same. I—I don’t seem to be able to save money. Besides, Bert, you’re president of the Junior Four and you ought to take charge of the funds, anyway.”