"Yes, but remember, do not say anything to excite him
"All right, we'll be careful," came from Sam. And then both lads cast aside their caps and hurried up the stairs.
Mr. Anderson Rover sat in an easy chair, attired in his dressing gown. He looked thin and pale, but his face lit up with a smile as his eyes rested on his two sons.
"Dad!" was the only word each could utter. And then they caught him by either hand, and looked at him fondly.
"I am glad to see you back, boys," said their father, in a low but clear voice. "It seems like a long while since you went away."
"And we have missed you a great deal!" broke out Sam. "It's too bad you don't feel better."
"Oh, I think I'll get over it in time," answered Mr. Rover. "But the doctors tell me I must go slow. I wouldn't mind that so much, if it wasn't for Dick. I think he ought to have some help."
"Now, don't you worry, Dad," interposed Tom, gently. "You just leave everything to us. We are both going to New York to help Dick straighten out matters, and it will be all right, I am sure." And he stroked his father's shoulder affectionately.
"But you'll have to go back to college——" began the invalid.
"Sam is going back. I am going to help Dick, and stay with him. Now, don't say anything against it, Dad, for it is all settled," went on Tom, as his father tried to speak again. "I don't care to go back. I think Dick and I were cut out for business men. Sam is the learned member of this family."