“He does know,” said Harry sadly, “and he wants very much to tell me. Don’t you, you old dear?”
“Roy!” said Methuselah suddenly and sharply. Harry started back in alarm and the others broke into laughter.
“Give it back, Roy,” said Chub. “You might as well, you know; you’re discovered.”
“Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?” said Harry severely. “You mustn’t tell lies, ’Thuselah.”
“He saw you all right,” laughed Chub. “Better ’fess up, Roy!”
“He’s a traitor,” said Roy, smiling. “I gave him a nickel to keep still about it.”
“Well, the money’s gone,” said Dick, “and there’s no use in crying over spilled milk. After all, we’re only out about twenty-four dollars. I’ll write to the bank and tell them not to pay that check, if they haven’t done it already. Meanwhile we’ve got to have money to get that printing done and to pay for the typewriting and stamps. So I’ll advance it. If we find the money again you can pay it back to me, Harry.”
“I shall make it up myself,” said Harry resolutely. “It may take me a long time, but I’ll pay it all back.”
“Nonsense!” cried Roy.