He had visions of himself nonchalantly sauntering through the grand stand, waving those hundred-dollar bills and petrifying the Fardale fans with his grandeur. The more he thought it over, the more the idea appealed to him, and the more he mentally condemned his father for a tightwad. “He’s just rolling in money,” he thought sullenly, “and here I am almost without a cent! I’ll have to run close to the wind to make this eight dollars last me, at that. If I only had that thousand in cash, I guess I’d cut a swath in Fardale!” Bitter and black thoughts filled his mind during the remainder of the journey. Little by little his mind edged to the conviction that he was a badly injured person, and that he was quite justified in resenting the injury in any manner possible. After all, he had warned his father quite fairly that he intended to raise some money, and if his father refused to take the warning--so much the worse for him! “What hotel do you patronize here, Mr. Carson?” asked Hostetter, as the train was pulling into Fardale. “Me?” responded Bully, with careless magnificence. “Oh, I usually frequent the Dobbs Hotel. Are you going there?” “Well--well, to tell the truth, I--I think I will,” said Hostetter. “It ain’t expensive?” Bully grinned to himself, fingering his eight dollars. “Not ’specially so. I’d be glad to have your company, old man.” “Thank you!” and the other glanced about nervously. “You see, Carson, I’d feel a little bit safer if I had a friend in the vicinity. Of course there’s no danger, only I can’t transact my business till the morning, and----” “Give your money to the hotel proprietor,” suggested Bully. “Not me! I’ll keep it right on me all the time, and if I lose it, it’s my own fault. I wouldn’t trust any hotel man that ever lived!” “Well, I dunno’s you’re wrong,” said Bully, nodding sagely. “Come along--we’ll get supper at a restaurant, if you like, then go up to the hotel.” At this proposal the little man fluttered with conscious pride. They left the train and entered a restaurant together. Here, Bully found that his raiment created a sensation, that was highly soothing to his spirits. After supper they went to the Dobbs Hotel and registered, being given rooms directly across the hall from each other. Bully Carson had already sent a message to Randall, informing him of his arrival and stating that he wanted to see him that evening at the hotel. He knew that his cousin would have little difficulty in evading the academy regulations about being out of the grounds after taps. However, Bully’s thoughts were still running on that thousand dollars in cash. Reaching his room before Hostetter arrived, for the latter had paused to telephone the men with whom he was to do business, Bully covertly took the key from his own door and tried it in that across the hall. The key worked both locks!