A riot-call over the telephone summoned Mr. Cane and a couple of huskies to the scene. And while the huskies demolished the second-hand store and tucked it somewhere out of sight, Mr. Cane did likewise with Sube. [Illustration: THE AUCTIONEER PAUSED] The next day Gizzard made his appearance at the Cane home at an early hour. But he did not yodel in the yard or whistle under the window. Instead, he walked decorously up to the front door and rang the bell. When Annie opened the door and saw who the caller was, she was somewhat put out. "How many times have I got to tell you boys--" she began crossly. But Gizzard did not quail. He had hardened himself for an ordeal, and the encounter with Annie was as nothing to him. "I wanta see M's Cane," he said with quiet dignity. Annie was so impressed by his demeanor that she stopped her tirade and ushered him into the library. Then she went to call her mistress. In due time Mrs. Cane came. Gizzard stood up and strained at his cap as if he expected to find his voice in the lining, for it was strangely missing. For a moment Mrs. Cane watched him with amusement. Then she took pity on him. "You came over to apologize, didn't you, Charley?" she said kindly. "Well, it's all right; I accept your apology. I am sure you boys didn't realize what you were doing, or you never would have done what you did yesterday. But, of course you understand that you and Seward must return to the rightful owners everything that is left; and I think that perhaps you will want to be doing it right away. Seward is waiting for you in the barn." Gizzard's eyes spoke eloquently of his gratitude; but his voice went back on him. For all he could say as he moved circuitously towards the door was, "Goo'-by." When Gizzard went into the barn a moment later he found Sube standing in an attitude of dejection before a heap of cast-off shoes and clothing on the floor. "Hello, Sube," he said humbly. "Hello, Giz." "What'd she do to you yest'day?" "_She_ only locked me in the closet." "What'd your dad do?" "Plenty much. What'd you catch?" Gizzard twitched uncomfortably at the recollection. "First, Ma licked me and sent me to bed without any supper, and when Pa come home he said it wasn't enough; so he licked me again and tol' me I'd haf to come over and 'pologize to your mother." Sube brightened up at once. "Let's go do it now," he suggested. "Ya-a-ah! I've done it!" "Gee, I'd like to been there to heard you. What'd she say?" "Oh,--she didn't say so much," replied Gizzard importantly. "She took it all right." "There wasn't much left to say," muttered Sube. "She'd said it all to me." "Well," Gizzard sighed, "she did say we'd got to take this stuff back. But"--he added in a lower tone--"she didn't say nuthin' 'bout the dough. How much was they, anyway?" Sube glanced cautiously about before he answered, "Twenty dollars and seventeen cents!" Gizzard's jaw fell. "Gosh all hemlock!" he gasped. "What'll we ever _do_ with it?"