sigh. "In the future I shall try to—to do better. Here, I want you to give these to your father, and tell him I—I am sorry that I visited your house some time ago," went on the disabled man.
He gave Dick an envelope containing some pawn-tickets which called for the things stolen from the Rover homestead, and also a pocketbook with some money in it.
"That is all I have left of the cash," he said. "I'm sorry I haven't every cent of it. Tell him he can do as he pleases about me. I deserve no pity."
"I think he'd like to see you turn over a new leaf, too. He hates to see people on the down ward path, Mr. Baxter."
"You are a good boy, Dick Rover. I am sorry that my son Dan isn't like you. Has he been caught yet?"
"I believe not."
"If he is caught, let me know," concluded Arnold Baxter, and there the talk ended.
"I imagine he really intends to turn over a new leaf," said Dick to Tom and Sam, a little later.
"Hope he does," replied Tom.
"So do I," added Sam.
Let me add a few words more and then bring this story of life in camp to a conclusion.
