"No, I don't think it would be exactly healthy," remarked Dick.
"Is he a very valuable dog?" Simon went on, paying no further attention to Grit.
"Well, he's rated at a thousand dollars in the records of the Kennel Club," answered Dick. "I don't know that any dog is worth so much from a financial standpoint, but I know I wouldn't sell him for that; would I, Grit?" and the bulldog almost wagged his stump of a tail off in delight at Dick's caressing words.
"Humph! I'd look at a thousand dollars a good while before I'd give it for a dog," cried Simon.
"You don't know Grit," was Dick's quiet answer, as he turned away.
"Come on, Guy," said Simon, a little later. "I'm going to clear out of here."
"What for? Let's have some more ice-cream. It's bully."
"No," replied Simon, shortly. "I've got a scheme on for making some money out of Dick, and taking him down a peg. I owe him something for spoiling that bond sale."
"But he didn't spoil it," replied Guy, who, in spite of certain mean traits of character, was inclined to be fair. "Besides, you wouldn't have sold Dick worthless bonds, would you?"
"How was I to know they were worthless?" asked Simon, with a short laugh. "He has to take chances in this world. But this time there'll
