"That's what I meant to do, but he's fixed it so I can't," muttered the
other, grinding his teeth in fury.

"How's that?" pursued Frank, believing there must be a story back of
his words.

"He took the ten dollars I stole from my dad. I won't never dare face
him and say I lost it. I thought I could put it back in the bureau
drawer, and he'd never know. I'll have to foller that Flimsy, and make
him give it back."

"You can't do that for he'd only laugh at you, and perhaps beat you
again."

"The thief ought to be arrested," grumbled Bluff indignantly.

"That would blow the whole thing, you see, and dad he'd know I grabbed
it. I'm gettin' all I ought to have, I reckon. P'raps I might earn that
ten some way, and hand it over. If I could only get another job as
chauffeur it'd be all right," Hank Brady was mumbling to himself
dejectedly.

"Perhaps you can," said Frank quickly. "I remember, now, that our man
had to go away suddenly the day before yesterday. Look here, Hank! Do
you really mean to do the right thing now? Have you had your lesson
pounded into you?"

"I sure have. Never again for me, I give you my word. I guess my folks
has been worried some on my account, but they don't need to any more.
I've reformed, I have. I'm goin' to walk a straight line after this."