“I may be cleared,” said Griff sadly, “but I’m not out of trouble. If I don’t get this money to that man—Jenks is what we all call him, Toby Jenks!—why, he’ll call up Dad—and then——”
“We said we’d help if you could clear yourself,” stated Bob.
“And we will!” agreed Curt.
“With all our heart!” added Al. “But—how?”
“Let me take the money out there!” urged Griff. “Just keep quiet about catching me here——”
“Even if the money belonged to your father, which the stockholders of the corporation might argue out with you,” said Bob seriously, “taking it, just overnight, would be—wrong, to say the least.”
“Why don’t you go to Mr. Parsons—to your father?” suggested Curt.
“He’s got all this worry on his mind, trying to see what’s wrong——”
“Yes,” admitted Al, “I guess it would be better not to worry him about this, if we could see how to get around it and still not let you take this money.”
“We suspected him,” Curt said, rather ashamed but anxious to be as frank as Griff, whose manner and actions convinced them that he had been absolutely honest with them. “We suspected him of being mixed up in something.”