letter from their father which proved unusually interesting. Anderson Rover wrote, in part, as follows:
"You will be surprised to learn, at this late day, that something had been heard about Arnold Baxter. A man who knows him fairly well met him a few nights ago in Owego. The news was telegraphed to me at once, and the local police were informed, but since that time nothing more has been seen or heard of the rascal. The man said he was well dressed and had been stopping at a leading hotel. Evidently he is using what was stolen."
"In Owego!" cried Sam. "Why, that city isn't over fifty miles from here."
"This is his old stamping ground," put in Tom. "For all we know he may now be hanging around Ithaca or Cedarville."
"I don't believe he'll come here," said Dick. "He is too well known."
"Oh, if only we could lay hands on him, Dick!"
"Wish we could, Tom. But Arnold Baxter knows enough to keep out of our clutches."
"Wonder if he knows what became of Dan?"
"Like as not our story was in all the newspapers, and they mentioned Dan too."
