Then he told as much as he could about his stricken brother. Anderson Rover shook his head sadly.
"I am afraid he will never get over it, Dick!" he groaned.
"Let us hope for the best, Father," answered the son, as bravely as he could.
Then he questioned his father about the investments in the Sunset Irrigation Company and in the lands out west, and soon the pair were going over the matters carefully.
"I think we need the services of a first-class lawyer—one we can trust absolutely," said Dick.
"But where can you find such a lawyer?" asked the father.
"Oh, there must be plenty of them." Dick thought for a moment. "One of my best chums at Putnam Hall and at Brill was John Powell—Songbird. You know him. He has an uncle here, Frank Powell, who is a lawyer. The family are well-connected. Perhaps this Frank Powell may be the very man we need. I can call him up on the telephone and find out."
"Do as you think best, Dick," sighed Mr. Rover. "From now on I shall leave these business matters in your hands. I realize that I am too feeble to attend to them properly."
Dick lost no time in communication with Mr.
