front of Dick's house, where the boys had assembled.
"Get in!" called Dick, from the window of his room. "I'll be right down as soon as I can get my valise shut. I've got to say good-bye to Grit. Poor fellow, he knows something's in the wind and he's trying to break his chain to come along. But I'm afraid something will happen to him in New York, so he's got to stay home."
"He thinks as much of that dog as if it was a brother," remarked Guy with something of a sneer, as the five youths entered the tonneau, for Dick had elected to ride with the driver.
"I don't blame him," said "Bricktop." "Grit's a dog worth having."
"I hope Dick brings plenty of money along with him," whispered Simon to Guy, as they followed Frank Bender into the machine.
"Why?" asked Guy, also in a whisper.
"Because I've got everything all planned for a neat trick. I guess he'll not bring back as much as he takes away. I heard from my friend in New York. He'll meet us at the hotel, and then—well, we'll see what will happen."
Dick came running down the steps of the mansion.
"Good-bye!" he called to his father. "Yes, I'll be careful—good-bye!"
There was a tooting of the automobile horn, a throbbing of the powerful engine, a grinding
