Mr. Davidson was suspicious.

“What do you mean by a good time?”

“Oh, I’m going in for the frats, for football, hold my own, you know — and I’m interested in gasoline engines. I’m going to build the first ocean-going gasoline yacht in the world — ”

“You’ll blow yourself up,” Mr. Crockett demurred. “It’s a fool notion all these cranks are rushing into over gasoline.”

“I’ll make myself safe,” Dick answered, “and that means experimenting, and it means money, so keep me a good drawing account — same old way — all four of us can draw.”