The Lucky Seventh

time to an interested audience of three. The third was Fudge, who, since almost an hour before, had been hanging around waiting for Gordon's appearance, and who no

hat he was too proud of Gordon's part in the affair to be severe. Fudge was anxious to know what had

one wheel has about all the spokes out of it, and I thin

hough," said Fudge. "Guess it's a good chance

murmured Mrs. Me

" replied Fudge knowingly. "Tim Turner's father has had

ested Gordon. "I dare say he will l

ted the change he drew out. "If he'll let me hav

ither of you riding in an automobile without permission

u'd have to catch

etly hoped that he had. But when, after Mr. Merrick's departure for his office, Gordon wheeled his bicycle down the steps he saw Mr. Brent coming along the street, his ivory-topped walking-stick thumpi

eeted Mr. Brent, "

ully sorry about M

The doctor tells me it will be six weeks or more before he will be on h

know just how it happened, Mr. Brent. I think

was a merciful thing he had you with him, my boy. His mother and

wheel. Perhaps Mr. Brent saw that he was more than willing to

d your father last night I'm ready and anxious to prove my gratitu

but I guess there

se to-day or to-morrow and see Mrs. Brent. She wants to see you, my boy. And after Morris gets where he can talk to fol

to call to-day and ask after him,

ell you how she feels about it, Merrick. She can

he's gone

y and get him to take that automobile away from there. If I talk to him I'll fly off the handle and tell him what I think of him. I don't care what he does w

ill be worth quite a good deal after it's fixed up. I

d more. He will never get it. You tell him so. If he wants to sue, let him. I wish he would!" Mr. Brent flicked angrily with his cane

around from the back yard. "I guess Stacey will be mad," he commented when Gordon had

" said Gordon. "I'll just tell him

Wait till I

re displayed shining new automobiles. The proprietor was a small man under thirty who affected brilliant neckti

I mean to collect it. Why, that car's no good to me, son! What would I do with it? It isn't mine, anyway. I sold it fairly and squarely. If he wants me to fetc

. "I've only told you what Mr. Brent asked

son. If he wants to talk to me let him come here or call me up on

Fudge, who found proceedings dull. "

was the answer. "I'll go to court wit

fight, I guess," said Fudge with a shak

I had to. I'm not in this business for my health, son. You tell Mr. Brent that if h

me, though, you could fix it up for a fe

"Tell you what I will do, though. I'll fix that car up as good as new as

et Morris off on t

what he owes when it comes due. If I can sell the machine he'll get

," agreed Gordon. "But I don't believe

town, but he don't own me! And he can't cheat me out of what belongs to me, either! And you can tell

r. Brent!" chuckled F

se, though," said Gordon. "Of cours

s' note isn't

about that; but he's mo

ng to tell Mr. B

t away. I think I'll see Dick first.

said. "I'd be, too. Tell you what, Gordie;

of letting you t

t d-d-do it if he g

e porch. "Hail to the

p!" sai

uch distinguished society. Sit down, Gordie, and tell me about it. First, though,

when they brought him home, but he's all right that way now. There isn't mu

ll justice to the narrative. Afterward Gordon told about his visit to the automobile agent.

way. It's Morris' duty to pay what he owes. The dealer isn't supposed to find

t he will be as mad as a March hare. I don't

uld get a yearly pass over the trolley line. And speaking of trolleys reminds me that I'v

elf hurriedly into the house to reappear a minute later ready

fellows, Dick?" asked Gordon. "Ar

h, I guess. We've got a game with Lesterville

nters to come over and play us a week from Satur

o find someone to take Morris' place, won't he? Guess, though, i

gain when the trolley had rolled off an

ld save him a lot of hard work, wouldn't it? Say, someone may run off with it if

was riding slowly along with his g

behind a tree or something

idden

Say, what did you think I

," replied Gordon apologet

down by a trolley car," commented Fudge c

ered Gordon. "Want t

w Lanny's, though. But I guess i

Brent and tell him what that fellow said. There'

o most anything for you

town with me. Y

to catch you when he drops