“Has any one seen Wally?” asked Yorke, who had just had the unusual experience of making his own tea and cooking his own eggs.
“He’s probably fooling about somewhere out of bounds with my fag,” said Ranger. “He’ll have to catch it, Fisher, though he is your brother.”
“Let him have it,” said Fisher. “I’d do the same to your young brother if I had the chance. But to change the subject, I’ve something to tell you fellows that’s rather awkward. That money hasn’t turned up yet.”
“That is awkward,” said Yorke. “I wish I could help you out with it, but I’m cleaned out.”
“Oh, that’s not it. Of course I’m responsible, and must get the governor to make it good. Dear old governor, he’ll do it, but he’ll pull a precious long face, and go round the house lowering the gas and telling every one he must economise, with two such expensive sons as me and my minor at school. It’s not that, though. Dangle came over this morning, and wanted to know what we were going to do about the accounts, now we’ve dissolved the clubs; and somehow or other he’s heard of the deficiency, and wants to know all about it.”
“I hope you told him,” said Yorke.
“Of course I did; but he told me a lot more than I could tell him. He thinks he knows what’s become of it.”
And Fisher proceeded to narrate Dangle’s suspicions against Rollitt.
The captain’s face grew very long as the story went on. Then he said—
“I hope to goodness there’s nothing in it. Is it a fact about Widow Wisdom’s boat?”