ocean-going gasoline yacht in the world--"

"You'll blow yourself up," Mr. Crockett demurred. "It's a fool notion
all these cranks are rushing into over gasoline."

"I'll make myself safe," Dick answered, "and that means experimenting,
and it means money, so keep me a good drawing account--same old way--
all four of us can draw."




CHAPTER VI



Dick Forrest proved himself no prodigy at the university, save that he
cut more lectures the first year than any other student. The reason
for this was that he did not need the lectures he cut, and he knew it.
His coaches, while preparing him for the entrance examinations, had
carried him nearly through the first college year. Incidentally, he
made the Freshman team, a very scrub team, that was beaten by every
high school and academy it played against.

But Dick did put in work that nobody saw. His collateral reading was
wide and deep, and when he went on his first summer cruise in the
ocean-going gasoline yacht he had built no gay young crowd accompanied
him. Instead, his guests, with their families, were professors of
literature, history, jurisprudence, and philosophy. It was long
remembered in the university as the "high-brow" cruise. The