"How much money do you need to buy this iron?" asked Dick, a sudden resolve coming into his mind.
"It will take fifty dollars; but it might just as well be five hundred as far as I'm concerned. I could get it together in about a month, but it's out of the question now. I'm just on my way to tell the man I can't take the iron. It's too bad, as it's a bargain, and I could easily make considerable on the deal."
While Henry was speaking Dick had drawn a little red book from his pocket, and was busily writing in it with a fountain pen. He tore out a slip of paper and handed it to his friend.
"There, Henry," he said, "if you take that to the Hamilton National Bank they'll give you cash for it."
"But what is it—I don't understand—a check for fifty dollars!" exclaimed the other youth.
"That's what it is," replied Dick smiling. "It's a present from me, Henry."
"A present! I'm sorry, but I can't take it, Dick. I'm very much obliged to you, but it wouldn't be business, you know. I don't want anything I don't earn."
"But I have lots more," insisted Dick. "In fact, I'd never miss that sum."
"I can't help it. I couldn't take it, though I thank you very much," and Henry handed back the little slip.
"Wait!" exclaimed Dick. "Will you take it as a loan, Henry?"