East in order to carry out a new plot which the elder Baxter had hatched up against the Rovers.
What that plot was will be disclosed as our story proceeds.
"Father, it is Dick Rover," cried Dan Baxter, after having seen the unconscious one brought on board.
"Hush, Dan! I know it," whispered Arnold Baxter.
"It's a pity he wasn't drowned in the lake."
"I agree with you. But he isn't dead, and we'll have to keep out of sight for the rest of the trip."
"Humph! I am not afraid of.him!" said the bully, for, as old readers know, Dan had never been anything else.
"That may be, but if he sees us he may—ahem—make much trouble for me."
"On account of our doings in Colorado? What can he prove? Nothing."
"Perhaps he can. Besides, Dan, you must remember that the officers of New York State are still after me."
"Yes, I haven't forgotten that."
"I wish how that I had put on that false wig and beard before we left Detroit," went on Arnold Baxter. "But I hated to put them on before it
