Uncle Ezra may have a large influence on what he does."
The first person Dick met on emerging from the bank was Henry Darby. He hailed the poorer lad.
"Well, Henry, did you get that load of iron home safe?"
"Yes, and I sold it the next day. I'm much obliged to you for sending that horse. I couldn't get the one I hired from the man, of whom I bought the iron, to go another step. I'd have been there all night if it hadn't been for you."
"That's all right. The next time I meet you in a fix like that I'll tow you home myself."
"What do you mean?"
"Why, I'm going to get an automobile."
"An automobile?" and Henry's eyes opened as wide as possible. The machines were rarely seen in Hamilton Corners.
"Yes. You see, Henry, I've come into some property, and I can spend as much money as I like—of course, not waste it. I've always wanted an auto, and I'm going to get one. I'm going for it now."
"Whew, I wish I was you," exclaimed Henry, with a sigh, as he started down the street after some more old iron he had heard was for sale.
Henry was an energetic lad, always looking for a chance to make money. He lived with his father, who was never called anything else than "Hank" Darby, and who was known as the most
