At Boma news awaited them. Josiah Crabtree had turned up and been joined by Dan Baxter, and both had left for parts unknown.
"I hope we never see them again," said Dick, and his brothers said the same.
An American ship was in port, bound for Baltimore, and all of our party, including the Yale students, succeeded in obtaining passage on her for home. The trip was a most delightful one, and no days could have been happier than those which the Rover boys spent grouped around their lather listening to all he had to tell of the numerous adventures which had befallen him since he had left home. A long letter was written to Captain Townsend, telling of the finding of Anderson Rover, and the master of the Rosabel was, later on, sent a gift of one hundred dollars for his goodness to the Rovers.
Of course Anderson Rover was greatly interested in what his sons had been doing and was glad to learn that they were progressing so finely at Putnam Hall.
"We will let Arnold Baxter drop," he said.
"He is our enemy, I know; but just now we will let the law take its course for the rascality he practiced in Albany."
"All right, father," answered Dick. "We can afford to let him drop, seeing how well things have terminated for ourselves."
"And how happy we are going to be," chimed in Sam.
"And how rich—when father settles up that mining claim in the
West," put in Tom.
Here I must bring to a finish the story of the Rover boys' adventures in the jungles of Africa. They had started out to find their father, and they had found him, and for the time being all went well.