Dick waited to hear no more, but ran up the stairs quickly, yet making no noise, for fear of disturbing his uncle, who was in a front room on the same floor.
"Father, can I come in?" he asked in a low voice.
"Yes, Dick," was the reply, and he went into the room, to find his father in a rocking chair, with his left foot resting on a stool. Mr. Anderson Rover's face showed plainly that he had suffered considerable pain.
"Father, I am so glad it is no worse," he said, as he took his parent's hand. "Aunt Martha tells me Uncle Randolph is seriously hurt."
"Yes, he got the worst of it," returned Anderson Rover. "The blow was meant for me, but your uncle leaped in and caught its full force."
"And do you know who the robber was?"
"No; he had his face well covered."
"I think I can tell you."
"You, Dick? Ah, you are thinking of that Dan Baxter. It was a man, not a boy; I am sure of that much."
"Yes, it was a man, father. It was Arnold Baxter."