"Sure," replied Simon. "Maybe we can get a race with some car along the road. That will be sport."
"Not for me," replied Dick quietly. "I sha'n't race until I know the car better. But come along."
In spite of their rather flashy manners, Dick liked Simon and Guy, as he did nearly everyone, in fact—for Dick Hamilton was a large-hearted youth. He accepted all his acquaintances "at one hundred cents on the dollar" until he learned to value them differently.
The three boys spent a pleasant time whirring about on the country roads.
"What do you think of that property?" asked Dick at length, pointing to a low, swampy tract.
"Why?" asked Guy. "Thinking of buying it?"
"Maybe," replied Dick. "I have a chance to get it cheap. Do you think I could sell it again?"
"Search me," answered Simon. "It looks to be good for ducks, that's all."
"It only needs draining," objected Dick. "I think it would be a good investment, and I came out here to look at it."
"Going into business?" asked Guy, with a sneer. "I thought you didn't have to work."