"Want to take a trip?" he called one afternoon to Simon Scardale and Guy Fletcher, whom he saw in front of the billiard room, which place they seemed to frequent very much of late.
"Sure," replied Simon. "Maybe we can get a race with some car along the road. That will be sport."
"Not for me," replied Dick quietly. "I sha'n't race until I know the car better. But come along."
In spite of their rather flashy manners, Dick liked Simon and Guy, as he did nearly everyone, in fact—for Dick Hamilton was a large-hearted youth. He accepted all his acquaintances "at one hundred cents on the dollar" until he learned to value them differently.
The three boys spent a pleasant time whirring about on the country roads.
"What do you think of that property?" asked Dick at length, pointing to a low, swampy tract.
"Why?" asked Guy. "Thinking of buying it?"
"Maybe," replied Dick. "I have a chance to get it cheap. Do you think I could sell it again?"
"Search me," answered Simon. "It looks to be good for ducks, that's all."
"It only needs draining," objected Dick. "I think it would be a good investment, and I came out here to look at it."
"Going into business?" asked Guy, with a sneer. "I thought you didn't have to work."
"Of course I'm going into business, as soon as
