"Arnold Baxter! You must be dreaming. He is in jail."
"No, he has escaped; he escaped about a week ago."
"Escaped?" Anderson Rover raised himself up, and would have leaped to his feet hid not his sprained ankle prevented him. "You are certain of this?"
"Yes," and Dick related the particulars.
"You must be right. The man did look like Baxter, but I thought it impossible that it could be the same." The elder Rover gave a groan. "Then the fat is in the fire for a certainty. And after all my work and trouble!"
"What are you talking about now, father?"
"That mining claim in Colorado—the Eclipse Mine, as Roderick
Kennedy christened it."
"But I don't understand?"
"It's a long story, Dick. You have beard parts of it, but not the whole, and to go into the details would do you small good."
"But I would like to know something, father."