“I think it would be fine all around,” declared Willard. “With that money of yours, Jimmy, we could get a motor truck right away and——”
“Jimmy said a truck would cost twelve hundred,” Tom objected. “If you put in seven hundred we’d still be five hundred short.”
“We’d get a second-hand one if we could find it,” said Jimmy. “And I guess we could. I’d run down to New York and snoop around there. We might have to pay six hundred and then put in fifty or so in repairs, but we’d have something worth while if we did.”
“Well, it’s mighty nice of you, Jimmy, to—to want to come in with us,” said Tom, “and I don’t know anyone I’d rather have for a partner. We—we’ll talk it over and let you know in—in a day or two. I’m sort of scared, to tell the truth. I didn’t think when I first wanted to buy that car from Saunders that I’d be thinking about motor-trucks and garages a couple of months later! It—it sounds sort of big, don’t it, Will?”
“It sounds mighty good!” replied Willard heartily. “Of course we’ll have to consider it, Jimmy, but as far as I’m concerned I’m for it!”
“Well, I guess I am, too,” said Tom, “but I suppose we’d better think it over a little. If we let you know Tuesday, Jimmy, would it be all right?”
“Sure! There’s no hurry as far as I’m concerned. Take all the time you want, fellows.”
The boys were rather silent as they emerged from the boarding-house and took their way up Pine Street. There was plenty to talk about but they were far too excited. When they reached the corner of Cross Street Willard asked:
“Have you got to go home right away, Tom?”