would not have gotten the best of me if I had been stronger."
"Come," said Dick. "Don't make any noise if you can help it," he added, in a whisper.
He guided his parent, and both tiptoed their way to the second floor of the dwelling. Then they entered the bed chamber opening on the top of the porch, and so made their way down to the kitchen and then into the cellar.
"Father!" cried Sam and Tom, simultaneously, and rushed to embrace their parent.
"My boys!" murmured Anderson Rover, and the tears stood in his eyes. Never before had he realized how much they were to him.
"Come on—no time to talk now," said Dick, in a low voice. "We'll get away from here first."
"But those rascals" began Sam.
"We'll take care of them, Sam, never fear."
The boys led their father from the cellar and across the back yard to the barn. From the barn a lane ran to the mam road. The lane had a hedge that practically hid it from the house.
"Wait here, in the barn," said Dick. "But keep out of sight."
"Where are you going?" asked Tom.
"To watch on the road for a wagon or an
