found the bad boy a little improved, and when informed that he would be well taken care of the tears came into the eyes of the youth who had done so much to injure Dick.
"You—you're a brick!" he stammered. "I don't deserve it, but if—if I ever get well maybe I can do something for you."
"0h, that's all right," replied Dick, somewhat affected by Simon's misery. "You'll soon be as well as ever, and when you do get around again, you'd better steer clear of such men as Colonel Dendon."
"I will," promised Simon, and he tried to return the pressure of Dick's hand, but it was hard work, for he was very weak.
Early the next morning Dick and his friends started for home. Dick was a little thoughtful, and Frank asked:
"Worrying about your lost money, Dick?"
"Well, not so much about the money as I am over the consequences. I counted on this mine investment being a good one. But, I have another. I guess my stock in the milk concern will pan out pretty well."
"If it don't youse had better come to N' York wid me, an' sell papes," advised Tim.
"I'll think of it," promised Dick, with a smile.
The ride back home was uneventful. Tim decided he would not go back to Hamilton Corners, as he was anxious to get to New York.
"Got to look after me paper business," he said,