"Maybe—maybe he's lost all his money," suggested Frank "and you've got to give up the camp."
"No, I guess there's no danger of dad losing all his money so quickly," relied the young millionaire. "He had plenty when I came away, two weeks ago, and he's got so many investments that he couldn't lose it all at once, even if he tried. No, it's something else. I wonder what it is?"
"I s'pose the best way to find out, is to go and ask him, about it," suggested Henry.
"That's it," assented Dick. "I could telegraph, but he might be away from home, and wouldn't get it. I guess I'll have to leave camp, fellows."
"Then we'll go, too," said Bricktop.
"No, there's no need of that. I invited you out for three weeks, and that time isn't up yet. You might as well stay. Hannibal will cook for you, and if I can come back I will. Otherwise you stay here and enjoy yourselves."
"We won't enjoy ourselves very much if you leave," said Walter regretfully, and the others echoed his sentiment.
"Well, that's a compliment to me," declared Dick, with a smile, "but I guess you'll manage to exist. Now I wonder how I'd better go? Henry, I s'pose I could ride with you to the village, and take a train."
"I should advise you to," remarked the young iron merchant. "This nag went to sleep
