The bookseller listened gravely, but offered no objections.

He stepped over, paid the money for Dick, then said: "I must be going.

Turn the canoe over to my son." "Yes, sir," replied the auctioneer's clerk.

"Men, haul out the truck that has the canoe on." Mr.Prescott had already walked away.

Dick and his chums greeted the coming of truck and canoe with a wild whoop.