"And so you're responsible for my losing all this money, be you, Nephew Richard?" he snarled, when he found he had lost his case. "It wasn't yours by rights," declared Dick. "I'm sorry to have to go against you, but it was the only thing I could do." "Humph!" sniffed Mr. Larabee. "Don't you let that pesky dog of yours nip me, or I'll sue you for damages!" he cried, as Grit growled and showed a desire to get nearer to Uncle Ezra's legs. "Down, Grit," said Dick, quietly. "I don't suppose, Uncle Ezra," he went on, "that you'll want to ride back with us in the big auto. We'll be touring back after we see something of California." "I wouldn't ride with you for a farm!" snapped the old man. "Besides, I've got a return ticket an' I'm not goin' to let the railroad get the best of me. I've lost enough money as it is." "You might sell the ticket," suggested Dick, but he hoped his relative would not ride back with him. "Huh! Yes, and lose nigh half of it. No, sir, I'm going back in the cars!" "Thank goodness!" exclaimed Paul in a low voice. And then, as Mr. Larabee left Dick's chum asked: "Well, what's next on the program, old man? Do you think we'll have any more adventures like those we've just passed through?" "I don't know," remarked, Dick, musingly. And what new adventures befell him and his friends will be related in the next book of this series, to be called "Dick Hamilton's Airship; Or, A Young Millionaire in the Clouds." Uncle Ezra departed for the East next day, a very much put-out man. He said he never would forgive his nephew. "Now look here, Uncle Ezra," remarked our hero, solemnly. "I don't care what you think, for I know I did right in this matter. You may have been fully within the law in what you did----" "I was, Nephew Richard. I had the law with me." "But not the moral law," went on Dick. "You might have been the cause of Mr. Wardell taking his life. He actually contemplated that as he was in such despair at losing his fortune. I was lucky enough to prevent him, and I saved his fortune for him, for the honor of my family." "Humph!" sniffed Uncle Ezra, as he went for his train, Grit growling a good-bye. "Wa'al, maybe it's all for the best," he added grudgingly. "I've lost a pile of money, but still I wouldn't want anybody to suicide on my account." "And now let's forget law and legal papers and all such stuff!" cried Dick, a little later. "We're going to have a good time the rest of the summer." And that they did need not be doubted. Dick informed his father by telegraph of the success of the trip, and later wrote the main facts to him. In turn Mr. Hamilton sent Dick a letter that had come from Mr. Wardell in South America.