An instant Mr. Newcomb gazed at the money.
"Margie, get them shares of stock," he finally said.
Jubilant, Mr. Bronson saw to the transfer of the certificates, and invited Mr. Newcomb to be at the bank at half-past two o'clock, saying Fred's father had suggested his name as a director, an honor which delighted the old man greatly.
Promising to meet Margie after the game, Fred and the lawyer reëntered the buggy, arriving by a roundabout way at the boy's home.
On the way back from the stable, Fred saw Mr. Montgomery and Charlie Gibbs ahead of him, talking excitedly as they walked along.
"I tell you, you must go to the cave and destroy that check," declared the bank president.
"Not without you," returned Gibbs. "I'm no fool."
"Come on, then," growled the millionaire, and they abruptly turned from Main Street, setting their course toward Spy mountain.
Scarcely able to contain himself, Fred rushed into a nearby store and asked for pen and paper.
"Mr. Bronson," he wrote. "Get a horse quick, and a man, and drive to the cave at the foot of Spy mountain. Gibbs and Montgomery have gone there to tear up the check and other papers. I'm following them. Fred."