“What money?” asked Ben.
“What you fellows paid for the Tinkham’s.”
“Oh, that! We don’t want the money, I guess. That part’s all right. In fact—” He paused and looked about him. “I guess you’ve got what was coming to you, Kid, already. What do you say, fellows?”
“Sure,” responded Steve Lovell.
“Vote we accept the gentleman’s apologies,” laughed George Waters.
“Of course.” This from Sam Perkins. “Kid’s all right. If it wasn’t for Kid life here would be one long dull and dreary grind. Besides, ‘Toots’ Morgan swears it was one of those Tinkham’s things that made him miss that puck the other day and gave us the game.”
“That’s so,” agreed Ben. “Kid, you’re forgiven, but you want to behave yourself after this; hear? No more fibs, my son. Lying isn’t manly.”
“I don’t believe Kid meant to lie,” said Stanley. “Not really, that is. Did you, Kid?”
Kid shook his head. “No, I never mean to, Stanley, only somehow—first thing I know—fellows get—get a wrong impression——”
There was a howl of laughter. “Well,” Ben chuckled, “after this, Kid, you look out and see that we don’t get wrong impressions!”