"No, I want to do business with you," rejoined Dick, with a smile. "I live in Hamilton Corners. I'd like to see a circus there. In fact, I'm willing to pay for having one come there. I have a certain reason for it. If I give you a thousand-dollar guarantee will you bring the show there?" "Yes, of course." The manager seemed a little dazed. Dick drew out a thin red book. "I'll give you the guarantee now," he said. "Can you come to-morrow?" and he began to use his fountain pen. "Whom shall I make it out to?" and he looked at the manager. "Say," suddenly whispered the manager to the ticket seller. "Is the marshall out there? He is? All right. Call him here." Then in soothing tones he spoke to Dick. "That's all right," he said. "Never mind the check. We'll come to Hamilton Corners, anyhow. Now don't get excited. Here, take a drink of water and you'll feel better. The sun is very hot to-day. In fact, it makes my head buzz. Just put that red book away. Red is very heating, you know." He paused, and looked rather helplessly about him. Then in a whisper he again asked the ticket seller: "Is the marshall there? Tell him to come in before he gets violent." The side door opened, and a town marshall, with a big nickel-plated star on his coat, entered the wagon. "What's the matter?" asked Dick, somewhat surprised at the sudden turn of events. "There! there!" spoke the manager, soothingly. "It's all right. Don't get excited. You're with friends." "Don't you want this check?" asked Dick. "I'm in earnest. I want your circus to come to Hamilton Corners." "Yes, yes, of course, my dear boy. We'll come. I'll let you ride on one of the elephants. You can feed the monkeys, and tickle the hippopotamus, if you like. Poor boy," in lower tones, "so young, too." "Say," demanded Dick, standing up, "do you think I'm crazy?" "There! there!" repeated the manager, in that soothing tone he had suddenly adopted. "Please don't get excited. It's the worst thing in the world for you." Dick glanced up at the man in uniform. Then a smile came over his face that had assumed a rather angry look. "Why, Marshall Hinckly!" he exclaimed. "How did you come to be here?" "Dick Hamilton!" exclaimed the officer in surprise, "I didn't know you at first. You see the authorities in Parkertown, being a little short-handed, asked me to help out on circus day, and so I came over from Hamilton Corners. But what in the name of green turtles is the trouble here?" "I don't know," replied the millionaire's son. "I merely offered to guarantee this manager a thousand dollars if he would bring his circus to Hamilton Corners, and he acts as though he thought I was crazy."