A FIRST DIFFICULTY
“For goodness sake tell me all about it, Billy,” urged Dan.
His brother did so, relating the particulars of how Maxey Solomons had been rescued from the automobile and the conversation which had followed.
“You know how Maxey is. He changes his mind mighty easily. And, Dannie, I really believe the car is worth a whole lot more than five hundred dollars.”
“But it’s every cent you’ve got, Billy!”
“I know it. That’s what’s bothering me. It’s going to cost something to hoist the car out of the tree, and then it’ll cost I don’t know how much to put it into shape again—as much as fifty dollars, perhaps.”
“Is that all, Billy?” queried his brother, in surprise.
“The car isn’t damaged much. I found and saved everything that dropped out of it when it was overturned. The thing is wrenched some, I suppose, and dented and marred. That’s all. And it cost over two thousand dollars.”
“I know,” said Dan, nodding. “I know all about it. I rode in the car one day with Maxey, too. It’s a dandy!”
“You bet it is!” cried Billy, eagerly, and evidently much relieved because his brother took the news as he had. “Suppose we could fix it up and enter for the gold cup that Mr. Briggs has offered? Wouldn’t that be great?”