was about to board a trolley car, which ran near Kentfield, he heard a voice calling:
"How are you, Dick Hamilton?"
He turned, to see a tall well-built lad, of about his own age, who was smiling at him in a friendly fashion. At first he did not recognize the youth.
"You don't know me, I see," went on the other. "I once had the pleasure of interviewing you about a gold brick game"
"Why, Larry Dexter! How are you?" cried Dick, turning aside from the car, and holding out his hand to the other. "I did not get a good look at you, or I would have known you at once. What good wind blows you here? Can't you stay and come over to our Academy? Where have you been? How is the newspaper business?"
"My, you'd do for a reporter yourself?" exclaimed Larry Dexter, with a smile. "I'm glad you haven't forgotten me though. Have you been swindled lately? I'd like a good story. The one I came down here after didn't pan out."
Those of you who have read my books in the "Newspaper Series" will at once recognize the lad who greeted Dick. He was Lawrence Dexter, a reporter on the New York Leader, and, as related in the volume called "Dick Hamilton's Fortune," he had met our hero when the latter had narrowly escaped being swindled by a sharper in the metropolis. Larry, as all his friends called him, had managed to get a good "story" from the experience of Dick, who was on a visit to New
