"I need at least fifty dollars."
"You'll need more than that, Flapp. You've got to stay away from home until this matter blows over, or until your old man patches things up with that Aaron Fairchild and the White Corners authorities. I've got a plan, if you care to listen to it."
"Sure, I'll listen—if you'll only let me have that money."
"I'll let you have all you want—providing you'll agree to help me."
"Well, what is your plan? But first tell me, how about this woman?" And
Flapp nodded his head toward Mother Matterson.
"Don't you worry about her," grinned Dan Baxter. "I've got her fixed.
She won't squeal."
"Then go ahead."
"As I said before, the best thing you can do is to stay away from home until this unpleasantness blows over. Write to your father and tell him it is all a mistake, and that you are not guilty but that you can't prove it. Ask him to square the thing with Aaron Fairchild and the others, and tell him you are going on an ocean trip and won't be back until you know you are safe. Then you come with me, and we'll have a jolly good time, besides squaring up matters with the Rovers."
"Where are you going and how are you going to square matters with them?
"I've learned a thing or two since I came here. At first I was going to try to fix them while they were at home, but now I've learned that they are going away on a houseboat trip on the Ohio and the Mississippi. I propose to follow them and give them more than they want the first opportunity that presents itself."