"That is Anderson"s Ice Cream Emporium," Tom answered gravely.
"Let"s go over there," proposed Mr. Hibbert smiling, as he glanced from one face to another.
"That proposition was just before the house, and was voted down,"
Tom continued.
"What was the matter, boys?" demanded young Mr. Hibbert beamingly.
"Didn"t you have the price?"
"On the contrary, we had the price," Reade answered, as gravely as ever. "However, after discussion, we decided that we had other uses for our capital."
"But I haven"t any other uses for my present capital," pursued Mr. Hibbert, as smiling as ever. "So come along, please."
Instead of jumping at the offer, d.i.c.k"s partners regarded the man in the four-quart hat with some doubt. Often, when offered a courtesy from strangers that they would like to accept, these boys were likely to regard the offer with this same att.i.tude of suspicion. It was not that d.i.c.k & Co. meant to be ungracious to strangers, but rather that their boyish experience with the world had taught them that such offers from strangers usually have strings attached to them.
"Don"t you young men like ice cream?" asked Mr. Hibbert, looking fully as astonished as he felt.
"Certainly we do, Mr. Hibbert," Tom responded. "But what"s the idea? What do you want us to do for you?"
"I ask you for the pleasure of your company," explained Mr. Hibbert.
"I"m a stranger in this town, and I"d like a little company."
"And---afterwards?" pursued Reade.
""Afterwards"?" repeated Alonzo Hibbert looking puzzled.
"What do you want us to do for you by and by?" Tom asked.
"Oh, I see," replied Hibbert, laughing with keen enjoyment. "You think my invitation a bait for services that I expect presently to demand. Nothing of the sort, I a.s.sure you. All I want is someone to talk to for the next half hour. Won"t you oblige me?"
"Mr. Hibbert," broke in Dave suddenly, "I"ve just happened to remember that there is a man in town who wants to talk with you.
We met him at the station, and he inquired where he could find you."
"I think I know whom you mean," admitted Hibbert.
"We told him you were stopping at the Eagle Hotel," Greg added.
"Then, if the man who is looking for me went to the Eagle Hotel, he has already learned that I am elsewhere. It"s his business to find me, not mine to run about town seeking him. He can find me as well in the ice cream shop as in any other place. Will you young men oblige me with your company?"
At a nod from Darrin the others fell in line. Mr. Hibbert led the way across the street, entering the shop, which proved to be empty of other customers.
As the waitress approached the two tables to take the orders for ice cream the host of the occasion turned to his guests.
"Give the young woman your orders, gentlemen," said Alonzo Hibbert.
"Strawberry," said Tom.
"Vanilla," requested Dave.
"Oh, fudge!" interposed their host.
"We haven"t any fudge ice cream, sir," remarked the waitress without smiling.
"I cried fudge on their orders," remarked Hibbert gayly. "They are too modest. Young woman, have you still some of those cantaloupes, which you cut open and fill with different flavors of cream and water ice?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then, young gentlemen, permit me to change the order to one of those cantaloupes for each of you."
The waitress departed on her errand, while Reade and Darrin glanced at each other, somewhat aghast. The delicacy ordered by Mr. Hibbert cost a quarter of a dollar a portion.
When the orders were brought and placed on the table, Alonzo Hibbert draw from his pocket a roll of bills, stripping off the outermost and handing it to the waitress. Yet their host gave no sign of attempting to make a vulgar display of his money. He seemed rather unconscious of the possession of it.
"Are these favorites of yours?" inquired Mr. Hibbert presently of Greg, indicating the multi-colored load of ices, each resting in a half of a cantaloupe.
"Not exactly favorites," Greg replied. "We don"t often have the money to spend on such an expensive treat."
"Don"t you?" inquired Hibbert in a tone of considerable surprise, as though wondering why everyone in the world wasn"t as well supplied with money as he himself was.
Then, after a pause, their host asked of Greg:
"Would you like always to have plenty of money?"
"I suppose everyone would like that," murmured young Holmes.
"Shall I make a prediction?" inquired Hibbert.
"By all means, if it pleases you," Greg answered politely.
"Then, Greg Holmes, I venture to a.s.sert that you will very shortly find yourself a millionaire."
This was said with so much earnestness, and apparent sincerity, that all five of the chums now regarded their host intently.
"How soon is that going to happen?" Greg laughingly inquired.
"Within a week," Alonzo Hibbert replied as seriously as ever.
He glanced at Greg with a look full of friendly interest.
Tom Reade snorted, almost audibly, then drew down the corners of his mouth to keep himself from laughing outright. Dave, too, took another swift look at their smiling young host.
"I wish you were a sure prophet," murmured Greg trying hard not to laugh.
"I am," declared Mr. Hibbert seriously. "Mind what I tell you, Greg Holmes, within a week you will know yourself to be a millionaire."
"Real money?" demanded Greg.
"Real money," nodded Hibbert positively. "Or else it will be in stocks, bonds or real estate that could be converted into real money."
By this time, Tom, Dave and the others, Greg included, had taken Alonzo Hibbert"s measure or believed they had. Their host, then, was a lunatic. A harmless and very amiable lunatic, to be sure, yet none the less the victim of a deranged mind.