"Thank you very much for this morning's business." "That boy is a budding merchant," thought Johnson, staring after Dick as the three high school boys trundled their cart away.
But in this estimate the hotel man chanced to be wrong.
"Let's hurry up and get away from the hotel---a long way off," urged Hazelton.
"Why ?" asked Dave.

"It was a fine place---for us." "Yes; but I want to yell, with all my might," Darry declared.
"Seventy-eight dollars---think of it!" "Nothing to get excited about," Dick declared calmly.
"When did we ever make so much money in life same time before ?" blurted Hazelton.
"Never, perhaps," Prescott admitted.

"We made money, this time, because we had something that everyone wants, and the supply of which isn't large.

We would have made far more money if we had had a cart full of diamonds in the rough." "What are you talking about ?" demanded Hazelton.

"We don't know where to find diamonds." "I didn't say that we did," Dick rejoined.