"I don't know about that. I'm willing to work, and the traveling suits
me first-rate. They pay me a good salary, too--thirty dollars per week
and all expenses."
"Good enough!" cried Dick.
"I came to see you fellows," went on Dan Baxter in a lower voice. "I
haven't forgotten what you did for me when I was on my uppers. It was
splendid of you. I realize it more every day I live. My father is
with me now--that is, when I'm home. We are happier than we ever were
before."
"That's good," murmured Sam.
"I want to see you all. Where is Tom?"
"Up to the college." Sam did not deem it necessary to go into
particulars.
"I'd like to see him, too. I've got something for each of you."
"What is that?"
"Before I tell you I want you to promise you'll accept it. And by the
way, you got that money back, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"Well, will you accept what I want to give you? I want to show you I
appreciate your kindness."
"We didn't expect anything, Dan," said Dick.
"Oh, I know that, Dick, but please say you'll take what I have for
you. It isn't so very much, but it's something."
"All right, if you want it that way," answered the oldest Rover,
seeing that his former enemy was very much in earnest.
Dan Baxter put his hand in an inner pocket and brought forth three
small packages.
"This is for you, Dick, and this for you, Sam," he said. "The other is
for Tom.
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