"Then I knew I'd have to swim under water to avoid the flames," went on Dick. "I held my breath as long as I could, and then I hit something. I can't remember any more." He sank into a doze, with Grit still licking the drooping hand. "I think he will sleep now," said the physician who had examined Dick at the lake. "We will go out, and the dog had better come, too." "Come, Grit," called Mr. Hamilton, but Grit paid no attention. "I'll bring him," said the physician, as he reached for the bulldog's collar. Grit growled menacingly. "Better not," advised the millionaire. "No one but Dick can do anything with him." So they had to leave Grit there, but he was not in the least in the way, being content to rest beneath the bed, though whenever anyone--nurse or doctor--approached, the dog was ever on the watch. Dick had to stay in bed three days, and for three days more was a sort of semi-invalid in an easy-chair. Then, the physicians having pronounced all danger past, he was allowed to go out. In the meantime the motor boat was raised and taken away to be repaired. "Say, I never knew what nice sunshine and fine air we had in this town," said the youth to his father, as he walked down the street with him. "It's worth while being under the weather a bit just to appreciate it when you get out." "I never knew you had so many friends, Dick," answered his father. "Friends? How?" "Why, we had to keep one of the maids busy answering the bell while you were in bed. I guess every boy, and lots of the girls, in Hamilton Corners called to see how you were getting on." "I'm glad they thought of me," replied the millionaire's son. "I wish I could show I appreciate it." "Well, I think you can, Dick." "How?" "I was going to suggest that you hold a little reception--give a sort of party. That's what we called 'em when I was a boy." "The very thing!" exclaimed Dick. "That will be sport. But--where could I have it?" "In the house, of course. Isn't it large enough?" "That's just it. It's too big and fine. I'm afraid some of the boys wouldn't have a good time, for fear of dropping some cake or ice-cream on the carpets." "Well, what would you suggest? You might give it in the barn." "I was thinking of hiring a big tent and having a party out doors on the lawn. That would be unconventional and rather jolly, I think." "Good idea," answered the millionaire. "I'll order a tent at once and see to the refreshments." "Let me do that," begged Dick. "I know what boys and girls like to eat." "Very well," assented his father, with a laugh. "You can do just as you please, and--er--send the bills to me." "Not much!" exclaimed Dick, proudly. "I'm paying my own way now." A week later a big white tent was erected on the spacious lawn at the Hamilton mansion. Dick had spent a busy seven days in making the arrangements, and every boy and girl in Hamilton Corners, whom Dick had the least acquaintance with, was invited.