"
"So am I sorry," sighed Danny Grin. "This waiting for Dick Prescott
to get back with the news is a wearing proposition."
"Come down to my house," suggested Dave. "I've got that catalogue
from the tent and camping goods house. Let's go and look over
the catalogue, and try to decide just what we want to buy for
our camp when Dick gets the money for the canoe."
"That would be bully fun, if we really knew that Dick had sold
the canoe," smiled young Holmes wistfully. "However, until we
do know, I suggest that we avoid all false hopes and keep away
from all catalogues."
At this instant Tom nudged Dave. Two men were passing, and one
of them was saying to the other:
"Yes; I sold the double house for eighty-two hundred dollars---a
clear profit of twenty-two hundred. Then I put four thousand
more with that money and bought the Miller place. Within a couple
of years I'll get rid of the Miller place for at least sixteen
thousand dollars. I've never known a time when real estate money
came in as easily."
"Is he talking about real money?" grunted Darrin. "He can't be!"
"He is," Tom declared. "That's Buller, of Wrenville. He is a
very successful man in real estate. Father knows him."
"Humph! Talking of thousands, when a few ten dollar bills would
fix us for the summer," muttered Dave Darrin.
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