to excuse me, Mr. Rover, I have some important business to transact."
"It isn't as important as finding my father," answered Dick, bluntly.
"I do not know how I can aid you."
"Perhaps you don't care to try," returned Dick, pointedly, as he arose.
"What do you mean?" demanded the broker, and hanging up the telephone receiver, he, too, arose.
"Never mind what I mean, Mr. Pelter. If you will give me no aid, I'll find my father alone," and having thus spoken, Dick marched from the offices, leaving the broker staring after him curiously.
"Hum! Looks like a smart young man!" murmured Jesse Pelter, to himself. "And I thought Anderson Rover's boys were all school kids! This lad has grown up fast. I wonder what he'll do next? I guess I had better keep my eye on him."
When Dick reached the street he saw nothing of Sam, He looked up and down, and then walked slowly in the direction of Broadway. On the corner he came to a halt.
"He must be somewhere around," he mused. "Perhaps I'd better go back and wait for him."
