“Mail it back to him,” he said disgustedly.
“Try the next one,” murmured Harry. Dick did so. Again a check came into sight.
“Fifty,” said Dick encouragedly.
“That’s better,” said Roy. “Try the next. Let’s know the worst.”
Dick opened the third letter, unfolded the sheet of paper within and looked on all sides of it. There was no check.
“Rotten!” growled Chub. “What’s the beast say?”
“It’s all right!” cried Dick who had been reading the letter. “He promises five hundred whenever we get ready to use the money!”
“That’s the stuff!” said Roy. “He’s all right, he is! What’s his beautiful name?”
“Lemuel Fish,” answered Dick.