“I――I guess I didn’t think,” murmured Toby disconsolately, still dipping unavailingly into various parts of his clothing. “It――it’s clean gone, anyway. Here’s where I put it.” “That was a swell place,” said Arnold scathingly. “Here, I’ll pay for this and you can pay me back some time.” The salesman, sympathetic but a trifle impatient, started to accept Arnold’s money, but Toby interfered. “No, please, Arn! I’d rather not, thanks. I’ve lost my money and it’s my own fault and――” “But you’ve got to buy your presents! We’ll go down to the office and get some more from dad. I’ve only got about three and a half.” “I’d rather not. I couldn’t pay it back for a long while. I’ll just have to tell the folks what happened, Arn. They won’t mind――much――when they understand.” “But why not let me loan you enough for the razor set, anyway? You don’t need to pay me back for a year, you silly chump!” But Toby was obdurate. “I――maybe I’ll come back for that later,” he told the salesman apologetically. “Thanks for your trouble.” “That’s all right,” returned the man heartily. “It’s too bad you lost it. You didn’t feel anything, did you? I mean you wouldn’t know where it happened?” Toby’s eyes narrowed and he stared for a moment straight ahead. Then, before Arnold could stop him, he had turned and was plunging determinedly through the crowd. Arnold hurried after him, sighting him now and then and finally reaching him near the entrance. “Where are you going?” panted Arnold, seizing the other by the arm. “I don’t know,” answered Toby thoughtfully. “Listen, Arn. While you were asking that man where the razors were I felt something tug at my coat and I looked around and there was a man pushing by me. He said he was sorry or something and――and beat it. I’ll bet you anything he did it!” “Of course he did! But what of it? You don’t expect to find him waiting for you to come back, do you?” Toby shook his head doubtfully. “No, I guess not. Only I thought he might be still around here. I’d know him in a minute if I saw him. Don’t you think that maybe if we sort of walked around and kept our eyes open we might find him?” “No, I certainly don’t,” said Arnold decidedly. “As soon as he got that purse of yours he hiked out for some other place, naturally.” “Oh!” murmured Toby disappointedly. “Where do you think he went?” “Great Scott! How do I know? He might be just around the corner or he may be a mile away by this time. You might just as well make up your mind to doing without that money, Toby. I’m awfully sorry, old man. And I do wish you’d let me lend you some. It’s perfectly silly not to. If it was I who had lost my purse I’d take a loan from you in a minute.” Toby smiled wanly at the idea of lending money to Arnold. Then the smile faded and he said: “Gee, I needed that eight dollars, Arn. It――it’s tough, isn’t it?”