"I wouldn't ride with you for a farm!" snapped the old man. "Besides, I've got a return ticket an' I'm not goin' to let the railroad get the best of me. I've lost enough money as it is."
"You might sell the ticket," suggested Dick, but he hoped his relative would not ride back with him.
"Huh! Yes, and lose nigh half of it. No, sir, I'm going back in the cars!"
"Thank goodness!" exclaimed Paul in a low voice. And then, as Mr. Larabee left Dick's chum asked:
"Well, what's next on the program, old man? Do you think we'll have any more adventures like those we've just passed through?"
"I don't know," remarked, Dick, musingly. And what new adventures befell him and his friends will be related in the next book of this series, to be called "Dick Hamilton's Airship; Or, A Young Millionaire in the Clouds."
Uncle Ezra departed for the East next day, a very much put-out man. He said he never would forgive his nephew.
"Now look here, Uncle Ezra," remarked our hero, solemnly. "I don't care what you think, for I know I did right in this matter. You may have been fully within the law in what you did——"
"I was, Nephew Richard. I had the law with me."