"Ho! Ho! Massa Dick. Deed an' I will. Pie to bed wif 'em! Ha! Ha! Ho! Ho!"
The boys entered the motor boat, leaving Hannibal in charge of camp, and they soon reached the village, whence Dick could take a train for home.
"Now, fellows, enjoy yourselves," he called to them, as they watched him board the train at the depot. "I'll come back if I can. Better practice that triple summersault, Frank."
"I will. I'll stump you, when you come back."
"I wish I didn't have to leave them," thought Dick, as he settled himself in his seat. "I wonder what dad wants of me? But there's no use worrying. I'll be home in about two hours."
He exhibited his pass, on which he was traveling, as his father was president of the railroad, and then sat looking at the scenery, vainly wondering, in spite of his efforts not to dwell on it, why he had been summoned home.
"Well, Dick," greeted his father, when the young millionaire entered the house. "You got back sooner than I expected."
"Yes, dad. I started as soon as I got your message. I hope nothing is the matter."
"Nothing serious. The fact is I have to leave for Europe next week——"
"For Europe! And are you going to take me?"