Billy told briefly of receiving the two letters. “Where can I find that telegraph boy?”
“He’s gone to the country for a few days, but he’ll be back.”
“Then we can clean it all up, and—” Suddenly all the hope died out of his face, and he turned away dejectedly. “No use, Mumps; there’s nothing doing.”
“You bet there is! Now that I know so much, I’ll have it out myself with—”
“Mumps, it’s just where it was before. Nothing can be done in the matter without bringing in the girl, and that we can’t do.”
“Then it’s straight, what all the fellers are saying, that you two stayed out all night at the picnic?”
“I’m not acknowledging that,” Billy said sternly; and then wheeled quickly. “Nothing happened that night that the whole world might not have seen.”
Sydney looked his sympathy and his entire understanding. “I see.”
“My watch was set back that night.”
Sydney jumped to his feet. “Gee whack! Did your coat hang on a tree back of the dancing place?”