the Rovers and their friends in such a lonely spot as this.
The man who was with him, a fellow named Sack Todd, noticed his anxiety, and smiled grimly to himself.
"You're mighty anxious to git away from them fellows," he remarked.
"Well, if I am, what of it?" returned Dan Baxter sharply. So many things had gone wrong lately that he was thoroughly out of humor.
"Oh, I allow you have a perfect right to give 'em the go-by if you want to," answered Sack Todd. "I wouldn't mind helpin' you a bit maybe. Tell me about 'em, will you?"
"They are fellows I hate, and I've always hated them!" cried the bully fiercely. "We used to go to the same boarding academy, and they did their best to get me into trouble. Then I tried to get square, and that put me in hot water and I had to leave. After that, we had more trouble. They tried to prove I was a criminal."
"I see. Go on."
"It's a long story. I hate 'em, and I'd do almost anything to get square with them."
"Good for you!" cried Sack Todd. "I like a fellow who wants to stand up for himself. But just now you are running away."
