"What's your hurry?" asked Paul, as Dick walked toward his room in the barrack building.
"I'm going to pack up to-night, and take the first train for home in the morning. I'm anxious to find out what dad wants of me."
"That's so; you're going off to trail a forty-second grand-aunt, or something like that. Well, I may see you this summer," and the two friends shook hands.
The next morning, after a prolonged series of farewells, Dick and his bulldog took a train for Hamilton Comers, a fair-sized town in one of our middle western states.
"I wonder where dad's quest will lead me?" mused Dick, as the train speeded him homeward. Little did he realize what perils were to follow his search for the missing relatives.
CHAPTER III DICK'S STEAM YACHT
Entering the front hall of his home, some hours later, with Grit leaping joyfully about at his heels, Dick was greeted by Gibbs, the butler, with a warmth warranted by many years of service in the Hamilton family.