OFF ON THE TRIP
"That's all right now, Mr. Wardell," said Dick, after a rather painful
pause. "I'm sure I'm only too glad that I can do something for you. It
isn't going to be any trouble--filing this paper, as it's on my way.
And, as for saving your life----"
"Oh, you did it--there's no question about that!" interrupted the other.
"I was miserable enough to do anything rash, but the kind way in which
you spoke to me, and the cheerfulness of yourself, and your chum, made
me ashamed to do what I had contemplated. It started me on a new road,
thinking of you, and I made up my mind I'd begin over again.
"Now it might seem to you that I ought to look after this matter
myself--going out there and filing this paper--but the truth of the
matter is that I'm quite disgusted with myself--not knowing enough to
take care of my money when I had it. I deserve to lose it. But if you
can save it I'm willing to give you whatever share your lawyer thinks
fair."
"I'm not doing it for that," declared Dick. "I'm doing it for--well,
I'll tell you later," he finished. But to himself he said:
"I'm doing this for the honor of my family. If he ever finds out it was
my uncle who ruined him he'll not think much of my father and myself,
even if I was instrumental in saving his life. No, I've got to keep
still about that part of it, and save _his_ fortune for the honor of
_our_ family. And I'll do it, too, in spite of Uncle Ezra!"
"Well, it's awfully good of you," went on Mr. Wardell, after a pause.
"Now I'll see our old family lawyer, Mr. William Tunison, and have him
arrange with you. You say the papers have to be filed on a certain
date?"
"Yes."
"Then why can't they be sent out there, and held until it is time to
present them to the court?"
"Because the law in this matter is peculiar. The documents have to be
filed between certain dates--they can't be presented before the one, nor
after the other. There is a period of a few days during which they can
legally be presented to the courts, and in that time only. If you sent
them out there now they might get filed away in some pigeon-hole, and be
forgotten until it was too late."
"I see."
"So the only thing to do is for some one to look after the matter
personally. And I'll do it!"
"It's very good of you. I suppose I might do it myself, but I hate to
lose this South American chance. It may never come again, and I want to
show folks that, even if I have lost one fortune, I can make another.
Otherwise I'd go West myself."
"You don't need to. I'll act as your agent," promised Dick.
"Very well, then. I'll arrange with my lawyer. I was so angry and
discouraged when I found that my fortune was wiped out that I didn't go
into details over it. All I knew was that a fellow named Larabee had
cleaned me out. A queer sort of chap he was, too. About as mean as they
make 'em, I thought, and quite a financier into the bargain. Ever meet
him?"
"I--I have heard of him," stammered Dick. Then he quickly added:
"Suppose you give me power of attorney to act for you, and a letter to
your lawyer. Then I can see him myself," for Dick did not want to get on
dangerous ground as regards Uncle Ezra. "Then you can go to South
America whenever you get ready, and I'll look after the rest," he added.
"It seems sort of cowardly, to run away and leave you to face the
music," and Mr. Wardell hesitated.
"Not at all!" Dick assured him. "I'll be glad of the chance to do this
business for you. It will be good training for me. My father is willing.
And," Dick added to himself, "it will give me a chance to get back at
Uncle Ezra for some of the mean things he has done to me."
"All right," spoke Mr. Wardell after a moment or two of thought. "I'll
give you power to act for me, as my attorney, or representative, or
whatever is necessary. And I'll write to my lawyer. He can fix up the
papers. Do you want him to come here?"
"No, I am going to New York in a few days, to arrange some details about
our trip. I'll see him then. Will you stay to dinner, and meet my
father? We can put you up for the night."
"No, thank you. I'll stay for dinner, but I must go back to New York on
the midnight train. There is no telling when this South American berth
may be open for me."
A little later Mr. Wardell and Mr. Hamilton went over details with Dick,
and it was arranged that the latter should complete his plans with Mr.
Tunison, the lawyer.
A few days later saw our hero once more in New York. He went by train,
as his chums had not yet arrived from their homes, and Dick did not want
to drive his big car by himself.
Mr. Tunison proved to be an agreeable gentleman, who readily entered
into Dick's plan to try to recover the Wardell fortune.
"Though I'm afraid you're going to have a hard task, Mr. Hamilton," the
lawyer said. "This Mr. Larabee is a hard customer. By the way, he is
some relation to you; isn't he? I've been looking him up."
"He is," admitted Dick, "but I'm not proud of it. I would just as soon
Mr. Wardell did not know it--at least, until I am successful. I am doing
this, in a measure, for the honor of my family."
"Hum! Well, I'll keep your secret. Now it appears from the investigation
I have made since I got Mr. Wardell's letter, that this Mr. Larabee
isn't appearing in this matter openly himself."
"No?" asked Dick in some surprise.
"No. Whether he is ashamed of what he did, or whether he has sold out
his claim to someone else, I can't learn. But he is represented by a Mr.
Harrison Black, and I want to warn you against him."
"Warn me?"
"Yes. Mr. Black, while a lawyer, is one of the most unscrupulous
attorneys I have ever met, or had dealings with. He is a sharper, just
keeping well enough within the law not to be caught. Now, he is handling
this matter for your uncle, it seems, and he knows about this time
limit."
"I suppose so."
"Yes. He'll do all in his power to prevent us from filing the papers
that would give Mr. Wardell a chance to claim his fortune again. So you
must be on your guard."
"I will. What sort of a man is this Mr. Black?"
"I will describe him to you," and the lawyer did so. "But he probably
will not appear openly himself," resumed Mr. Tunison. "He has other
shyster lawyers who do his evil work for him. Probably you will
encounter one of his tools, and as he has a number I can't say which one
it will be. Only be on your guard, Mr. Hamilton."
"I will."
"Now then, I will give you the necessary papers, which must be filed
with the Supreme Court not before September first and not later than
midnight September third."
"Three days!" exclaimed Dick.
"That is all. A short period. To be sure of making no mistake, you had
better file them the first day. Don't take any chances. At the same
time, it would not be fair to you to have you give up all the pleasure
of your trip to be in San Francisco before the first day of next
September.
"I understand you are going to make a tour in the big car Mr. Wardell
had built for himself before his fortune was lost. My advice is to do
this, and so arrange your programme that you will reach San Francisco
September first. That will give you plenty of time. I have a lawyer
friend there, Mr. Whitfield Ainslie, who will attend to the California
legal end for you. Now I will prepare the papers."
It did not take long, and after getting a few more detailed instructions
from Mr. Tunison, Dick left for Hamilton Corners. When he got home he
found Paul and Innis waiting for him.
"Well, when do we start?" asked Paul.
"Yes; we've been doing nothing but dream of this trip!" cried the
other.
"We'll leave this week!" declared Dick.
And he was as good as his word. His plans were completed, the route
finally decided on, and, with the auto thoroughly in shape, the boys
started off early one morning, Grit sitting proudly beside Dick, who was
at the wheel.
"Take care of yourself, my boy," cautioned Mr. Hamilton, as he shook
hands with his son and his chums.
"I will, Dad. If Uncle Ezra asks for me--well, tell him I'll see him
later!"
"I will. Have you the papers safe?"
"Yes, they're in the auto where no one can find them. I'll write as
often as I can. All ready, boys?"
"Let her go, Dick!" cried Paul.
"Start off!" exclaimed Innis Beeby.
Dick pressed the button of the electric starter. There was a hum, a
throb of the powerful motor, and the big car moved slowly out of the
yard. Dick and his chums were off on their long trip.