All of the six Grammar School boys slowed down and turned around. They found themselves looking at a solitary skater who had slowed down. He was Fred Ripley, son of Lawyer Ripley, one of the wealthy men of the town. Fred was never over polite to those whom he considered as his "inferiors." Besides, young Ripley was now in his freshman year at the Gridley High School. As such, he naturally looked down on mere Grammar School boys, none of whom, perhaps, would ever reach the dignity of "attending High."
"What do you want, Ripley?" called d.i.c.k. "Planning to give us a lesson in the art of polite speech?"
"Cut the funny talk," grumbled Fred. "Prescott, did you get a letter from my guv"nor this morning?"
"Why, no; I didn"t know your father was in the habit of writing me letters. Anyway, I left home before the mail carrier was due."
"Guv"nor said that was likely to happen," continued Fred. "So he told me, if I saw you fellows on the ice, to say that he wanted to see you."
"All of us?" Dave wanted to know.
"I reckon so. And the guv"nor said it was important, too. You b.o.o.bs had better crank up your skates and make fast time. Guv"nor won"t be at his office late to-day."
"What----" began d.i.c.k.
"The guv"nor gave me a message to you fellows, and I"ve delivered it,"
cut in Fred airily, as he started to skate away. "That"s all I"ve got to do in the matter. I don"t care to stand here all day. Somebody that knew me might come along and catch me talking with you."
"The sn.o.b!" muttered Dave indignantly.
"What on earth can the lawyer want of us?" pondered Greg.
"Generally, when a lawyer sends for you, it means trouble," guessed Dalzell.
"Or else some relative has died and left you a lot of money," added Harry Hazelton.
"Well, in any case," replied d.i.c.k, "we six fellows haven"t the same relative, anywhere, and Fred said his father wanted to see all of us."
"We haven"t been doing anything--nothing wrong, anyway," declared Dan virtuously.
"We won"t know the answer until we"ve seen Mr. Ripley," declared d.i.c.k.
"We"ll have to go around there after dinner to-day."
"Why not go now?" proposed Tom Reade. "We haven"t anything special to do with our time."
"You fellows haven"t much imagination, have you?" laughed Dave, his eyes twinkling mysteriously.
"Have you guessed?" demanded d.i.c.k Prescott.
"Well, it"s only a guess, of course, and it may be a wild one."
"Out with it!" ordered Tom Reade sharply.
"You know, fellows," Dave continued, "that we did some service for Mrs.
Dexter last fall, and that she tried to reward us. Now that she"s gone away to parts unknown, perhaps you also know that Lawyer Ripley is managing her money affairs these days."
"Then----" gasped Greg.
"Why, fellows, now that Mrs. Dexter is away, and we can"t stop her, and as to-morrow will be Christmas, why, perhaps----"
Not one single member of d.i.c.k & Co. was at all lacking in imagination now!
"Why, do you think----"
"I wonder if----"
"Fellows," hinted d.i.c.k Prescott dryly, and in a tone that hid the excitement going on within him, "it won"t take us long to skate back to Gridley!"
CHAPTER II
d.i.c.k & CO. FIND CAUSE FOR GLEE
Lawyer Ripley was one of the important men of the little city of Gridley. His law practice, which he did not now follow on account of the need of an income, put him in touch with all the wealthier people of the place.
In manner the lawyer was rather severe and austere. He was a good deal of an aristocrat. While he did not seek to repel people, he had little of the knack of drawing people to him in democratic fashion.
"Come in!" he called, in answer to the knock that d.i.c.k gave on the door.
As the boys entered they saw the lawyer pausing beside his coat rack.
"I am afraid we have gotten along a little too late, sir," apologized d.i.c.k Prescott.
"I can spare you two or three minutes," said the lawyer, turning and going back to his desk.
"Your son said you wished to see us," Prescott continued.
"Yes," said the lawyer, pulling a drawer in his desk open and glancing inside. "Late yesterday afternoon I received a letter from my client, Mrs. Dexter, who directed me to hand you each a new ten-dollar bill, with her best wishes for a Merry Christmas added."
"I am afraid that Mrs. Dexter intends that as a reward for what we were able to do for her last fall," cried d.i.c.k, flushing. "We tried to tell her, at the time, that we didn"t want any reward and that we wouldn"t feel comfortable in taking one."
"Nothing was said in Mrs. Dexter"s letter about a reward," replied the lawyer dryly. "She directed me to hand you the banknotes in place of Christmas cards. I suppose you young gentlemen have no objection to receiving Christmas cards?"
Lawyer Ripley took out several banknotes. One of these he now held out to Prescott.
d.i.c.k flushed again, looked embarra.s.sed, then reached out his hand slowly and took the money.
"Will you send Mrs. Dexter our thanks, sir, and tell her that we enjoyed the cards very much?"
"Especially the pictures on them," added Dan Dalzell, as he received his banknote.
"I will send all your messages," nodded the lawyer, as he continued the distribution.
"Say--whoop!" suddenly exploded Greg Holmes.