The time passed pleasantly until all of the five chums felt that they could hold no more ices.

Then Hibbert, having paid the bill, left the ice cream place with them.
Outside they encountered Mr.Colquitt once more.
"May I have a word aside with you, sir ?" demanded Colquitt.
"A dozen," agreed Hibbert readily.
The two walked apart from the boys, going down the sidewalk together slowly.

But the youngsters heard Hibbert say earnestly: "I tell you, Colquitt, that is the boy.

He has the ear and all.
And he'll be in luck with the money he'll have!" "And I tell you, Mr.Hibbert, that he isn't the boy at all," retorted Colquitt, with even greater positiveness.
More was said, but the two passed out of hearing.
"Greg," declared Tom Reade solemnly, "it appears that you're the million-dollar kid!" "I know it," grinned young Holmes.

"I am! Also it seems equally certain that I am not!" "What do you make of the whole business, fellows ?" Tom asked, turning to the other chums.
"I've my own idea," laughed Dave Darrin.
"Give it us, quickly!" begged Danny Grin.
"My idea," Dave declared, "is that Hibbert is a rather harmless lunatic, yet one who has to be watched a bit." "Then what about Colquitt ?" urged Hazelton.
"Colquitt," guessed Darry, "is Hibbert's keeper." "The mild lunatic idea," Tom observed, "fits in well with a chap who, in this sweltering July weather, will insist on wearing a four-quart silk hat, a spite-fence collar and a long, black, double-breasted coat." "There's only one part of the whole dream that I'd like to believe," sighed young Holmes.