enemies, and old Crabtree is in jail and can't bother Mrs. Stanhope or Dora any more."
"We didn't get rid of Dan Baxter," remarked Dick. "He gave us the slip nicely."
"Do you think he'll dare to bother us again, Dick?" questioned Sam anxiously.
"I hope not, but I'm not certain, Sam. The Baxters are a bad lot, as all of us know, and as Dan grows older he'll be just as wicked as his father, and maybe worse."
"What a pity a fellow like Dan can't turn over a new leaf," came from Tom Rover. "He's bright enough in his way, and would make a first-rate chap."
"It's not in the blood," went on Dick. "We'll have to keep our eyes open, that's all. If anything, Dan is probably more angry at us than ever, for he believes we were the sole means of his father being put in prison."
"Old Baxter deserved all he got," murmured Sam,
"So he did."
"Well, if Dan Baxter ever bothers me he'll catch it warm," came from Tom. "I shan't attempt to mince matters with him. Everybody at this school knows what a bully he was, and they know, too, what a rascal he's been since he left So I say, let him beware!" And so bringing the conversation to an end for the time being, Tom
