CHAPTER VII ON THE ROAD
"Then you have fully made up your mind to take it, Mr. Hamilton?" asked the agent, of Dick.
"Yes, it is just what I want. I will wire my father to-night, and I'm sure he will agree, though the price may be more than he first decided on. But I'll make up the difference myself."
"Then I'll let Mr. Wardell know," for the former millionaire, after declining an invitation to come to supper with Dick and his chums, had left the auto show.
"Say, what about him?" asked Paul, when he got a chance. "Who is this Wardell, anyhow?"
"Don't you remember," answered Dick. "That's the man Uncle Ezra came on from Dankville to see—to clean up, in other words—take his money away, you know. Don't you remember, Paul, hearing him tell about how a certain party didn't know enough to hold on to his wealth, and all that?"
"Is this the man—this Wardell?"
"The very same one, I believe. He must be. It couldn't be that there were two of the same name, both of whom had lost their fortunes at the same time. Uncle Ezra ruined the man whose auto I'm going to take, Paul."