"What's the matter?" asked Dick. "Didn't he like it?" "Maybe it wasn't big enough," suggested Beeby. "As to that I can't say," went on the salesman. "I only was told to dispose of it, and I'm afraid I'm going to have my own troubles. It's too large for use in the city. It was built for touring purposes exclusively, and it is very complete. But few persons would want a car like it, I am afraid. Would you like to look it over more closely?" he asked, seeing how interested Dick and his chums were. "We sure would!" exclaimed Paul. "And if dad doesn't keep his word, and get this for me," added Dick, "why--I'll get it myself. This car positively must be mine!" "I'm afraid it will be more than the average young man can afford," remarked the agent, with a smile. "The beauty of it, though," said Paul to the man in a low voice, as they slipped under the ropes, "is that he isn't an average young man." "No?" "That's Mortimer Hamilton's son," went on Paul. "The millionaire?" Paul nodded. "Great Scott!" whispered the man. "I came near making a break," and he hurried after Dick to explain the points of the car. While Dick, his chums and others in the interested crowd looked on, the agent showed how the bunks could be utilized as seats in the day time, or even folded up out of the way and camp stools used when it was desired to eat. The table was let down from the "ceiling" and could be folded and raised with but little effort when not wanted. There were enough dishes to feed six persons at a time, though four was all the car would "sleep." More could travel in it during the day, however. The electric stove, operated by a current from a dynamo, as well as from a storage battery, was very efficient, and a fairly complete meal could be cooked on it. There was also ample storage room for supplies. The engine, in which Dick was also greatly interested, was of a new and very powerful type. It was almost "trouble-proof," and would stand up well under hard usage. The use of a new type of cushion tires, instead of those inflated with air, insured freedom from punctures and blowouts, and would, because of the weight of the car, and a new kind of springs, make riding very easy. "In short, it's a car for a long tour," said the agent. "And it's the car for me!" exclaimed Dick. By this time most of the crowd had gone to look at other exhibits, leaving the agent and the three boys comparatively alone. "But why did not the man who ordered it take it after it was completed?" asked Dick. "Was he dissatisfied with it?" "Not at all!" exclaimed a voice back of the boys. "I couldn't take the car after I ordered it, for the simple reason that I didn't have the money to pay for it. I lost my fortune between the time I contracted for the _Last Word_ and the time it was finished. That's all."