"Twenty miles an hour is fast enough," said Belle Endicott. "I want to view the scenery. It is lovely around Crumville—so different from around the ranch."
"Yes, the scenery is fine, even though we haven't such big mountains as you have out West," answered Dave.
"And Shady Glen Falls is an ideal spot for a picnic," said Jessie. "Papa took us there last summer."
"You've got to make the most of the Falls this summer," went on Dave. "I heard in town last week that next year a paper company is going to put a mill there."
"Oh, Dave, is that the Eureka Paper Company?" questioned Jessie.
"Yes. What do you know about them?"
"Why, I heard papa and your uncle talking about it. It is a company in which Mr. Aaron Poole holds a big interest."
"Aaron Poole!" murmured the youthful driver of the automobile, and his face grew serious, as he remembered the trouble he had had with that mean individual.
"Yes. Papa heard Nat bragging down at the post-office, about what great things his father was going to do, when the paper company got started."
"That's just like Nat Poole," was Phil Law-
