a bit," said Dick, holding up one addressed in Nellie Laning's well-known hand.
The boys sat down in an out-of-the-way corner to read their letters. Dick had a communication of ten pages from Dora, and Sam had one of equal length from Grace. Then there was one for all the boys from their father, and another from their Aunt Martha.
"The girls are coming next Wednesday," said Dick. "I hope we can get down to the depot when they arrive."
"Don't forget poor Tom, Dick."
"Yes. Isn't it too bad?"
"Nellie will cry her eyes out if he is sent away."
"Oh, we've got to fix that up somehow."
Having read the letters carefully, the boys went to one of the stores to make some purchases, and then drifted down to the depot. A train was coming in, but they did not expect to see anybody they knew. As a well-dressed young man, carrying a suit case, alighted, both gave an exclamation:
"Dan Baxter!"
The individual they mentioned will need no introduction to my old readers. During their days at Putnam Hall the Rover boys had had in Dan Baxter and his father enemies who had
