Larson choked over a stifled chuckle.

William Streeter stared and shrugged his shoulders; but Higgins flushed a dull red.
"No, sonny," he stammered.

"We found it on the--er--I mean, it--er--your father left it in his pocket for you," finished the man, a little explosively.
A swift shadow crossed the boy's face.
"Oh, I hoped I'd heard--" he began.

Then suddenly he stopped, his face once more alight.

"But it's 'most the same as if he wrote it from there, isn't it?
He left it for me, and he told me what to do." "What's that, what's that ?" cried Higgins, instantly alert.