y I, for
one, am willing to oblige them as far as I can. I suppose the
transferring to your name of some stocks and bonds, that were your
mother's, has started this piece of news. Well, you have achieved a
certain degree of fame, Dick, my boy."

And Dick found this out to his cost. The article in one paper was
followed by others in various journals, until Dick's wealth had been
made the comment of newspaper reporters and editors in many cities. But,
through it all the youth kept a level head.

CHAPTER V

DICK AIDS HENRY

"Where are you going to-day, Dick?" asked Mr. Hamilton after breakfast
one morning.

"I thought of taking a run in my car. I've bought that property I was
telling you about. I think it will be a good investment, and it only
took five hundred dollars to secure it. I talked to the agent, and he
said I was sure to be able to sell it for a thousand at the end of the
year."

"Humph! Well--er--of course, you can't believe all that a real-estate
agent says, Dick."

"No, of course. I'm making allowances for that, and I figure that it
ought to be worth at least eight hundred a year from now. That will
clear me three hundred."

"Well, you can do as you like about it. By the way, I had a visit at the
bank yesterday from an agent for a motor boat concern. He said you had
ordered a boat from them, and he wanted to know if it was all right."

"I did, dad. I've always wanted one. I hope you told him it was all
right."

"I told him to see you about it. I have no objection to you purchasing
one of the craft. Only be careful when you go out on the lake. There are
sudden storms on it, and you might be in danger."

"I'll be careful, dad. I guess I'll just run over to the motor boat
place in my car and see if the boat is ready to deliver. They had to
order one from the factory for me."

As Dick was riding through the town at an easy pace he passed a rather
dilapidated looking house, in front of which stood a youth, at the sight
of whom Dick called:

"Hello, Henry! Want a ride?"

"Thanks, Dick," was Henry Darby's answer. "But I can't go."

"Why not?" asked the millionaire's son, as he brought his runabout to a
stop.

"Well, I'm engaged in a little business deal, and I'm so bothered over
it that I wouldn't enjoy a ride. Besides, I have to go see a man."

"What's the business about, Henry? That same old iron?"

"That's it."

"But what are you bothered about?"

"Well, the truth is I have a c