"They have some pretty tall buildings here, the same as in Chicago and New York," came from Dick, as he, too, gazed out of the window.
"Oh, all the big cities are a good deal alike," put in Sam, who was drying his face on a towel.
"San Francisco is a mighty rich place," continued Tom. "They are too rich even to use pennies. It's five cents here, or a bit there, or two bits for this and two bits for that. I never heard a quarter called two bits in New York."
"I've been told that is a Southern expression, and one used in the West Indies," said Dick. "The early Californians My gracious!"
Dick broke off short and leaned far out of the window, which they had opened to let in the fresh spring air.
"What's up?" queried Tom. "Don't fall out." And he caught his elder brother by the arm.
"I must have been mistaken. But it did look like him," said Dick slowly.
"Look like whom?" asked Sam, joining the pair.
"Dan Baxter."
"Dan Baxter! Here?" shouted the others.
"I am pretty sure it was Dan Baxter."
