"Yes. What do you know about them?"
"Why, I heard papa and your uncle talking about it. It is a company in which Mr. Aaron Poole holds a big interest."
"Aaron Poole!" murmured the youthful driver of the automobile, and his face grew serious, as he remembered the trouble he had had with that mean individual.
"Yes. Papa heard Nat bragging down at the post-office, about what great things his father was going to do, when the paper company got started."
"That's just like Nat Poole," was Phil Lawrence's comment. "If Nat couldn't brag about something he'd die."
"By the way, where does Nat keep himself?" questioned Sam Day. "I haven't met him since I came to Crumville."
"He has been keeping shady—since our little affair at Niagara Falls," explained Dave.
"Is he going to return to Oak Hall?"
"I presume so. He left his motor-boat and some other things up there, so I heard."
"We can get along without Nat Poole, Dave."