"If Dick doesn't make a sale to the parties he has gone to see,"
Dave went on argumentatively, "we may want money to buy him a
ticket to some other town. It won't be wise to spend our little
capital until we see some more money coming in."

"That sounds like common sense," agreed Reade, dropping his dimes
back into his pocket. "Still, I'm sorry that we're not rich enough
to finance the ice cream proposition and still have enough capital
left."

"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