"That's so, but old enough to know better. You shall hear it all, and
then perhaps you'll advise me what to do," went on Paul's chum, with
a vein of relief in his voice, as though he felt better already, after
deciding to share his trouble with another.

"That's right, and you know that it goes no further, Jack."

"Karl got into some mischief a week ago, and to punish him father cut off
his allowance of spending money for a whole month. Now, Karl belongs to a
boys' club, and I heard that at their last meeting the other day he paid
up his dues, and seemed to have plenty of money. The question that is
bothering me is, where did he get it?"

"Oh! is that all? Why, you forget that your brother is a bright chap; and
I imagine you'll find he's been earning it some way or other; or perhaps
his mother gave it to him. But see here, there's more back of this than
you've told me?" declared Paul, suddenly.

"There is," replied his chum. "Listen now, and for goodness sake I hope
you can cheer me up some, by explaining a mystery that's bothering me.
It's about those old coins Uncle Reuben sent to me two years ago. There
are some twenty-one in the lot. They're copper coins, you know and I
don't suppose worth much. I've always kept them in a little open cedar
box on my table up in the den; you've spoken about them more than once."

"Sure, I remember all about them; but you don't mean to say--" and there
Paul stopped, almost afraid to voice the thought that flashed before his
mind.