“Well, I’m not today,” said Jack grimly. “Say, where were you all the morning? I thought surely you’d come around or call up.” “Most of the morning I was in Detroit,” answered Joe soberly. “In Detroit! What do you mean, Detroit?” “Detroit, Michigan. There isn’t any other, is there?” “You mean you’ve been to Detroit today?” asked Jack incredulously. Joe shook his head. “I came from there today. I went last night.” Jack stared unbelievingly. “What for? What’s the joke?” “For seventy-five dollars,” replied Joe, smilingly. “And I got it, or most of it.” “Say, are you batty?” demanded Jack impatiently. “What seventy-five dollars? What’s the big idea?” So Joe told his story once more, while Jack’s eyes got bigger and rounder and he hurled questions at the narrator breathlessly. And when he had heard all about it and had had every last detail explained to his satisfaction he deliberately kicked over a chair. “Wouldn’t that make you sick?” he exclaimed. “I have to go and get quinsy and lose all that fun! Of course Young couldn’t have sneaked off when I was well! Oh, dear, no! It had to be when I was laid up! Hang the luck, anyway! Say, if I’d been along, Joey, I’d have punched his head!” “Just as well you weren’t, then,” laughed Joe. “As it was, everything went off quietly and strictly according to the rules-book.” “Well, what do you know about it!” marvelled Jack. “Joey, when they named you ‘Lucky’ Faulkner they hit it just about right! Why, you didn’t have one chance in ten thousand to get that money back!” “I guess that’s so. Come to think of it, Jack, I didn’t get it back. It was Mr. Graham did it.” “Never mind who did it, you brought it home. Now what are we going to do for someone to look after the stand?” “I’ve been thinking that the best thing would be to put the tin box back for a few days. School closes Thursday, and after that we can look after it ourselves.” “All right. I dare say four days won’t lose us much. I wonder, though, how we’re going to like sticking around that lobby when the hot weather comes. That won’t be so pleasant, eh?” “I don’t believe the Adams Building will be hotter than any other place,” replied Joe. “Anyway, if we’re going to earn money we’ve got to work for it and put up with some things. I’ve got to be going now, Jack.” “What’s your hurry? I haven’t seen you for an age!” “I’ll drop around after supper if you can see folks then. But I want to go and give this nine-fifty to Mrs. Bennett. I guess she needs it worse than we do.” Jack was back in school Monday morning, a bit weak in the legs, but otherwise as good as ever, or so he declared. He had two days of examinations to make up and, since he would not have been of much use to the team anyway, he stayed away from practice that afternoon and toiled over his papers in a deserted class-room under the eagle eye of one of the teachers.