"
"Rather," remarked Walter, and he turned to see Sid pointing at the
big car, while Lem Gildy was nodding his head as if assenting to
something.
CHAPTER VII
TWENTY THOUSAND DOLLARS LOST
Edward Foster, as he ran his machine along the country road toward
New City, where he was to transact his business at the bank, was
thinking of many things. And not all of them were connected with the
large sum of money and the bonds which he was to exchange for stock.
A certain bright-eyed girl figured largely in his reveries.
"Guess I'd better put on a little more speed," he said to himself.
"It's going to take some time to get this all straightened out, and
I don't like to have such a large sum with me on the road."
He speeded up his car, and was soon on the outskirts of the city,
where he had to go slower, threading his way in and out among many
vehicles.
He reached the bank shortly before noon, was greeted by the
president and the secretary, who were expecting him, and was shown
into a private office.
"Well, we have the stock all ready for you," said the president
genially. It was not every day that his bank disposed of such a
large block. "I trust you will find it a good investment.
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