They spent some more time in looking at the various exhibits, and Dick sent his father a message from the telegraph office temporarily set up in the Garden. Then they drifted back to the big car, which Dick had christened Last Word, on learning that Mr. Wardell had tentatively selected that title.
"It sure is a peach!" exclaimed our hero.
"Think you can drive it?" asked Paul.
"One of the company's engineers will be glad to demonstrate it on the road for you," suggested the agent.
"Thanks," replied Dick. "I think I shall be glad to have a few lessons. I can drive an ordinary car, but this is an extraordinary one."
Dick's anticipation of his father's action was confirmed next morning. A telegram came, saying:
"Congratulations. Big car—big price. I'm satisfied if you are."
"That's like dad," remarked Dick.
"But he doesn't say anything about the money," remarked Paul, who was anxious to have a ride in the big machine.
"Oh, trust dad not to overlook that part," spoke the young millionaire. "We'll go see that agent. Probably he has already heard from my father."