“He’s a grand friend,” said Dave with emotion.
Dave, Hiram and Grimshaw had just finished supper when Mr. King appeared. He looked tired, but his cheery laugh rang out as he slapped his young protege heartily on the shoulder.
“In the name of wonder, what is this I hear about you, Dashaway?” he cried.
“What do you mean, Mr. King?” asked Dave.
“You won the race.”
“Yes, sir,” replied Dave modestly.
“Picked up Worthington at Clyde, when everything seemed off for the machine I backed.”
Dave explained. He had an attentive listener. When Dave had concluded, Mr. King remarked:
“I’ll settle the outrageous claims of that annoying old guardian of yours in double quick time, Dashaway.”
“Can it be done?” inquired Dave, anxiously.