"Wouldn't it be great if we could go down there and locate a few of those first-class wells?" said Fred, with a sigh. "I'd just like to know how it feels to be a real millionaire."
"Can I go, Dad, if you go?" questioned Jack again.
"I'll see about that later. I don't wish to make any promises now."
"If Jack goes I want to go with him," put in Fred sturdily.
"Of course we'll want to go with him!" added Andy and Randy in a breath.
"What's the matter with us girls going along?" demanded Martha.
"What would girls be doing in the oil fields?" asked Fred. "A well might go off and shoot all your beautiful dresses full of oil."
"Huh! what about it if some oil got on that flaming red necktie you are wearing, Fred?" questioned his sister quickly. In his haste to get dressed that morning her brother had donned a necktie which she detested.
"Never mind my necktie, Mary. If Jack goes to Texas I'm going to see if I can't go along."
The matter was talked over a few minutes longer, and then Dick Rover went off with his wife to arrange some private affairs before he should take his departure for Hoboken. Then he said good-bye all around and was off.