“ How could I put it back when I didn't take it? Do believe me now, and be good to me again,” he said, so imploringly, that Emil slapped him on the back, and declared he would for one.
“ So will I, and I'm jolly glad it's not you. But who the dickens is it?” said Tommy, after shaking hands heartily with Nat.
“ Never mind, as long as it's found,” said Dan with his eyes fixed on Nat's happy face.
“ Well, I like that! I'm not going to have my things hooked, and then brought back like the juggling man's tricks,” cried Tommy, looking at his money as if he suspected witchcraft.
“ We'll find him out somehow, though he was sly enough to print this so his writing wouldn't be known,” said Franz, examining the paper.
“ Demi prints tip-top,” put in Rob, who had not a very clear idea what th
