"We'll do it as soon as we see the money," answered Dick.
"Can't you trust me, Mr. Rover?" demanded Belright Fogg.
"I like to do business in a business-like way," answered Dick, coolly. "When you bring that check kindly have it certified," he added.
"Very well!" snapped the lawyer; and then he and the doctor got out, Belright Fogg stating he would return the next morning.
"Dick, you ought to be a lawyer yourself!" cried Tom. "You managed that in fine style."
"Tom helped," added Sam. "He nearly scared that doctor into a fit, talking about our aches and pains! "
"Wait—perhaps the lawyer won't come back with the money," said Dick. "He may reconsider the offer."
"You didn't say anything about the wreckage," said Sam. "Who gets that?"
"We do. Sam. They are to pay us for damages, don't you see? If they pay only that, the can't claim the wreckage."
Promptly at the appointed time the next day Belright Fogg appeared. He was a bit nervous, for the railroad officials had told him to settle at once—before the Rovers took it into their heads to bring suit.
