"Why don't you go in your automobile?" suggested Simon, with a curious look at Guy.
"That's so, I never thought of it," replied Dick. "I believe I will if dad will let me."
"Take us along?" asked Frank. "Maybe I could get an engagement there in one of the theatres. I can do quite a lot of turns now."
"My car's too small for this bunch," replied the millionaire's son.
"Hire a touring car; you have lots of money," spoke up Guy, with a covert sneer.
"Good idea!" exclaimed Dick, not noticing the tone of the remark. "I believe I will. Would you fellows all go?"
"Would we!" was shouted in a chorus. "Don't ask us twice," said Fred.
"All right; it's a go!" went on Dick. "I'll see about it at once."
With Dick, to think was to act shortly afterward, and that night he asked his father for permission to take a crowd of his friends to the metropolis, which could easily be reached in a day by using a swift touring car.
"Besides," added Dick, as an added reason for the permission being given, "I may hear of some investment there."