It had been from the westbound train, a few minutes before, that the stranger seeking Mr.Hibbert had alighted.
"Wish you luck, old chap!" cheered Dave, as Dick ascended the carsteps.
"I wish us all luck," Dick called back from the car platform, "and I'll try to bring it back to you." The train was moving as Dick entered one of the day coaches.
Silently his chums wished that they might all have gone with Dick, instead of turning away from the station, as they were now doing.
Funds were low with Dick & Co., however, and all hands had contributed to buy young Prescott's round-trip ticket to Porthampton, more than an hour's ride away.
"Do you believe Dick can get ninety dollars for the canoe ?" asked Dave at last, when the high school boys were half way to Main Street.
"Why not?
It's a six-paddle war canoe, a genuine one, and in good condition for the water," Tom Reade replied.
"But it's only a second-hand canoe," Darrin argued.

"It was second-hand when we bought it at the Wild West auction a year ago." "That canoe is in just as good order as it ever was," Greg maintained.
"It's a shame for us to sell it at all.

We could have had a lot of fun with it this summer." "Yes," sighed Danny Grin, "if only Harry and I hadn't been forbidden by our parents to have anything more to do with the canoe." "One thing is certain," spoke up Tom promptly.

"With two of our fellows barred from entering the canoe we couldn't have any fun.
Dick & Co.

have always pulled together, you know.