“Do you really want to know what I got?” teased Dick.

“Of course I do,” snorted Harry.  “We all do!”

“Then I’ll tell you,” nodded Dick.  Instead, however, he began feeling in his pockets.

“Tell us, then!” ordered Hazelton gruffly.

“I got a check,” smiled Dick.

“For how much?” pressed Hazelton.

“Well, let me explain,” said Dick, still laughing.  “You see, I didn’t have to do any describing or praising of the canoe, for Mr. Eades, who bought the canoe for his crowd, was here three days ago, as you know, and looked the canoe over, in water and out.  It was just a question of settling the price of the canoe.  So, when I reached Mr. Eades, we started in to bargain.  He asked me how much I wanted for the canoe.  I guess, fellows, my nerve must have gone to my head, for I told him two hundred dollars.”

“You didn’t get it?” gasped Hazelton.

“I didn’t,” Dick answered soberly.

“How much-----”

“Mr. Eades told me he represented himself and associates, who wanted the canoe to put on the little lake down at their country club.  I told him it seemed to me that a canoe like ours was an expensive sort of thing to put in a pond.  Then he offered me seventy-five dollars.”

“That’s a good, round sum, and will help us out a lot this summer,” nodded Dave Darrin.  “I’m glad you accepted it.”

“I didn’t,” smiled Dick.  “Mr. Eades finally offered eighty, and I told him I regretted that we hadn’t done the trading at the time that he came over to Gridley to see the canoe.  Mr. Eades replied that at the time he came here he wasn’t authorized to speak for his friends, but merely to look at the canoe and report.  After that he made one or two more small increases in his price, but I seemed to have lost interest in the subject of a trade and looked at my time table to see when the next train left for Gridley.  Then we talked about other matters, and, fellows, I was pretty glum, though I didn’t allow the fact to show.  Finally, he offered me more money, and then a little more.  At last I came down on my price, and made him my final offer.  Mr. Eades didn’t seem to like it, and then, all of a sudden, he took out his check book and wrote a check for me.”

“Close to a hundred dollars?” asked Dave, with deep interest.

For answer Dick threw the check on the table.  There was a wild scramble for it.

“A hundred and fifty dollars!” gasped Tom Reade.

“Let me see that check!” demanded Greg Holmes unbelievingly.

The check went from hand to hand, each of the fellows looking at it half bewildered.  Yet certainly the check said one hundred and fifty dollars.

“See here, Dick,” asked Tom anxiously, “are you sure—–­positive, that is—–­that it was honest to charge a hundred and fifty for that canoe of ours?”