of the trail of this vacation lay over in Tottenville.

So, by ten o'clock the next morning, Dick Prescott, alone, hurried
up the side street on which he lived. Just as he neared the Main
Street corner he beheld a trolley car labeled "Tottenville" pass
the corner. Dick's shrill whistle rang out, but the conductor
failed to hear it.

Away raced Dick in the wake of the speeding trolley car. Down
the street for two blocks he dashed after it.

At first it looked as though the high school boy would overtake
the car. But when he saw the car turn a corner and go off on
the Tottenville road, young Prescott slowed down, panting and
wiping his perspiring face.

"Hey!" called a man standing in a group of others on the curbstone.
"Were you trying to catch that car."

"Was I trying to catch the car?" echoed Dick Prescott, his eyes
opening wide in amazement. "No, sir! I made a wager that I could
chase that car right off of Main Street! And I won the bet,"
Dick added proudly. "You all saw me do it!"

Then, while the man who had asked the question reddened under
the laughter of his companions, Prescott strolled slowly back
up Main Street to watch for the next car bearing the "Tottenville"
sign.

"Good morning, Prescott," came a greeting from Lawyer Ripley,
just then coming out of a store. "How did you young men enjoy
that collapsible canoe?"

"That canoe, sir? It made the vacation trip a perfect one. But
were you the one who sent it, Mr. Ripley?"

"Yes," assented the lawyer, "though acting as agent for another.
You remember how much Mr. Page wanted to do for you boys, after
your splendid work for him last summer? Mr. Page wanted to do
something for you this summer, and he and I hit upon the collapsible
canoe as a remembrance so simple and inexpensive that you young
men were quite likely to accept it."

"Mr. Ripley," begged Dick earnestly, "will you accept the very
best thanks of us all for that canoe? And will you please convey
our deepest gratitude to Mr. Page? We couldn't have had anything
that would have delighted us as much."

Readers of the preceding volume of this series are well aware
of the reason of Mr. Page's great gratitude to Dick & Co.

The next Tottenville car that came along had Dick Prescott for
one of its passengers.

This narrative, however, has been finished. That trolley, to
Tottenville really belongs to the next and final volume in this
series, which is published under the title,