We must hurry home and tell Ed."
"I wonder what he'll think?" asked Cora.
"What can he think?" demanded her brother. "Only that some one
found or stole his wallet and threw the empty pocketbook into your
tool-box."
"And I found it," added Walter. "Which might mean--"
He, too, hesitated.
"Well, what?" asked Jack.
"That I put it there, and only pretended to find it," finished
Walter with a laugh.
"Nonsense!" exclaimed Cora. "But come, let's hurry back to Chelton.
I want to be the first to tell Ed."
"Do you feel all right?" asked Jack anxiously.
"Oh, yes. Very well. I never fainted before, that I remember."
"Yes, you did. Once when you burned your hand on the stove,"
corrected Jack.
"Oh, that was a good while ago."
There was a period of silence.
"Well, as long as I started to pump up the tire I suppose I may as
well finish," remarked Walter, as he took out the jack and raised
the wheel.
It was rather a quiet company of young people who made their way
back to Chelton in the two autos a little later. The gay members of
the mandolin club had little to say, and when they did attempt a
pleasantry the laughter was soon over. Every once in a while some
one would refer to the discovery of the empty wallet.
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