ute, or a wagon that may drop all four wheels at once and break every spring. It keeps me from getting lonesome."
"I'm sorry to hear the old metal business is so poor," remarked Dick. "What caused the trouble?"
"Well, dad got an idea that he knew a lot about old iron and such things. He started in to do the buying and I was to go after the stuff, when he had purchased it, and bring it home. He did buy some iron scrap and a lot of old horseshoes that I made a profit on. Then he heard of some metal at an old factory. Someone told him it had a lot of platinum in it. Now, platinum is very valuable. Dad thought he had struck a bargain. He paid a big price for the stuff. In fact, he used up every cent I had put away in order to get hold of that metal he thought had platinum in it."
"Didn't it?" asked Dick, as Henry stopped.
"Not a bit. Someone worked off a lot of steel and iron mixed, on poor old dad. I can't sell it anywhere. It's a peculiar mixture of metal. Some new company had it made for their machinery and they busted up. I've got the stuff back in the storage yard now. Can't get rid of it, though I've tried all over. That's where all my money is. So I have to begin all over again."
"It's too bad," said Dick, with ready sympathy.
"Yes, dad felt quite cut-up over it—for a few
