"All right, young man," smiled Mr. Johnson. "Begin to unload.
I'll have the scales brought out again."
The weight proved to be a little over one hundred pounds. Dick accepted an even sixty dollars, while Harry Hazelton nearly strangled himself in his efforts to keep from cheering lustily.
This money, too, was counted out.
"Are you going to bring any more fish this way?" asked Mr. Johnson.
"I can hardly say as to that, sir," Dick hesitated.
"If you do, I can't agree positively to buy, but I'll be glad, anyway, if you'll give me the first chance. I will see how these trout 'go' in the grill-room in the meantime."
"We'll give you the first call, sir," Dick nodded. "Thank you very much for this morning's business."
"That boy is a budding merchant," thought Johnson, staring after
Dick as the three high school boys trundled their cart away.
But in this estimate the hotel man chanced to be wrong.
"Let's hurry up and get away from the hotel—-a long way off," urged Hazelton.
"Why?" asked Dave. "It was a fine place—-for us."