Dick handed over the sheet of paper.
“Read it,” he said.
Ottawa, Canada, August 2nd, 1923.
Mr. Richard Kent,
Fort Good Faith,
N. W. T.
Dear Sir:
In reply to your letter, dated June 27th, I wish to say that our society is very much interested in your proposal and early next spring will undertake the preliminary work of exhuming, crating and shipping the fossil you have described. Our representative, Mr. Claymore, has been instructed to proceed at once to Fort Good Faith, where he will arrive about September 1st to take up with you more fully the project of transporting the dinosaur from Half Way River to the end-of-steel at Peace River Crossing.
Yours very truly, (Signed) L. P. Graham, Secretary for the Society.
Sandy glanced up when he had finished reading, thoughtfully folded the letter and handed it back to his chum.
“I suppose you know what you’re doing, Dick. Made all your plans?”
Dick nodded emphatically. “Yes, down to the last detail.”
“Taking Toma and me with you?”—a slight frown and an assumed air of great indifference.
“You bet I am,” grinned Dick. “You ought to know that without asking. You and Toma are to furnish the brains for my working party.”
THE END