“You’ll do nothing of the sort,” said Dick. “It wasn’t your fault.”
“Yes, it was. I shouldn’t have put it there. It was a very silly thing to do. I ought to have put it in the bank.”
“That’s all right,” said Chub. “I guess every fellow is willing to stand his share of the loss. And I tell you what I’ll do: I’ll pay that ninety cents I owed next Saturday, as soon as I get my next allowance.”
“You mustn’t give it to me,” said Harry sadly. “I’m not going to be treasurer any more.”
“Oh, yes, you are,” said Dick cheerfully. “As soon as we get some more funds you’re to look after them. Isn’t she, fellows?”
“Of course,” answered Roy and Chub heartily.
“Besides,” said Roy, “I wouldn’t be surprised if we found that money yet.”
“Going to give it back, are you?” asked Chub with a laugh.
“Cut it out,” answered Roy. “I’ll think I did swipe it if you keep on talking about it.”
“Thunder!” exclaimed Dick suddenly. “It’s almost ten o’clock! We’ll get the dickens if we don’t run for it. Grab the lantern and come on. The meeting’s adjourned!”