"Oh! hold your horses a little while, can't you, Owen?"

"What! do you mean to give him another trial--is that it, Max?"

"Just one more, if we're lucky enough to find a prize," replied the other.
"Perhaps after all we'll have to use this jolly little milk-white chap over
again."

"Huh! I hope not," grumbled Owen. "Say, you mean to put it with the others
in your pocketbook, don't you, and let the little box go empty?"

"Of course. But try and forget all about this for a while, Owen. Give me
another day to figure it out, please."

"Say, I bet you've got an idea right now, Max; you're always so quick to
see through things."

"If I have I must think it over," replied the other.

"Well, let me say this just once, and then I'll ring off for good," Owen
went on. "If he tries this same measly old game to-morrow night, you just
ought to jump on Steve, and demand to know what he means by treating his
chums in this way."

Max laughed a little.

"Maybe I will, Owen," he remarked. "The idea struck me before you mentioned
it. Just wait and see how things are going to turn out."

"But you'll bait the trap again, Max, so Steve'll know, or believe the game