our
hundred dollars, too."

"Then you are in luck," was all Randy answered, and walked away,
leaving the rich youth gazing after him doubtfully.

CHAPTER XIV

BOB BANGS AND HIS HORSE

Randy continued to wander around the country town, taking in such
sights as came to view.

In the meantime Bob Bangs went after the horse he had mentioned. The
rich youth had bothered his father for a horse for a long time and at
last Mr. Bangs had consented to give him a steed. The horse was to be
taken in exchange for a debt, and Bob had agreed to go to Leeville
after him and take the animal to the summer resort at which he and his
mother were stopping. It may be mentioned that the horse was worth only
a hundred and fifty dollars, but the falsehood he had told in regard to
the horse's value did not bother Bob Bangs in the least. He loved to
boast upon every possible occasion.

"Is he gentle?" asked the rich boy, as he approached the horse, that
was standing in the yard of the former owner.

"As gentle as a lamb," was the answer.

"He--he won't run away, will he?" went on Bob, timidly. To tell the
truth he knew very little about horses, although he pretended to know a
great deal.

"He never ran away in his life," declared the man who was disposing of
the horse.

"Then I guess it is all right," said the rich boy, and started to mount
into the saddle, for the steed was ready for use.

"Wait a minute."

"What's wanted now."

"I want you to sign a receipt first," said the man.

"Oh, all right."

The receipt was produced, stating that the horse was received in good
condition and that the debt was canceled thereby, and the rich youth
signed his father's name and his own under it. Then the man held the
horse while the boy mounted.

"All safe and sound?" asked the man.

"Yes," answered Bob Bangs. "Good-day," and off he rode.

"Good-day, and good luck to you," answered the man, and he smiled
rather grimly to himself as he entered his house.

"The horse seems to be a nice one," thought Bob Bangs, as he rode away.
"I wish I could meet Randy Thompson, it would make him feel sick to see
me on such a fine animal."

The rich youth's wish was gratified, for turning a corner he caught
sight of our hero just as the latter was crossing the street.

"Out of the way there, Randy Thompson!" he cried, and urged his horse
forward.

Randy had to jump back, or he might have been knocked down.

"Ain't this a fine horse?" Bob