at dem till I gits used to 'em," which Dick laughingly agreed to do.
"I hear you're going out West," remarked Henry Darby to Dick, when he met him on the street the day before that set for the start.
"Yes. Going to look up some gold mines," and Dick laughed.
"If you find any lying around loose, or one that no one else wants—or even an old one that someone has thrown away—why just express it back to me," requested Henry. "I'd rather have a good gold mine than this old metal business, I think."
"How is it going?" asked Dick.
"Pretty well. Say, I don't think I ought to keep that hundred-dollar check you sent me for telling you that I'd seen Grit in the man's wagon."
"Of course you've got to keep it!" exclaimed Dick. "I would have paid it to the first person who gave me the right clue, and I'm sure I couldn't give it to anyone I like better than you."
"It certainly came in mighty handy," said Henry.
"Why?"
"I had a chance.to buy up the refuse from an old boiler factory just before I got it and I hadn't any cash. Dad had taken all the surplus. He's got some scheme on hand, and he won't tell me what it is. He says there's lots of money in it. There may be," went on Henry, with an odd
