"True. Father would go to-day if he could, but he can't, on account of that hurt ankle," went on Dick.
"Then let us go for him," came from Sam. "We can do nothing here but worry Uncle Randolph, and I don't feel like going back to Putnam Hall while this excitement is on."
"I told father that I wanted to go, lout he is afraid the trip would be too dangerous."
"Pooh! we went to Africa," was Tom's comment. He was awfully proud of that trip to the Dark Continent.
"It isn't the trip so much as it is the fact that we may fall in with Arnold Baxter and his confederates."
"By the way, I wonder if Dan has joined his father?" mused Sam.
"Like as not. Certainly Dan knew what his parent was up to—sotherwise he wouldn't have written that letter Josiah Crabtree dropped."
"Then you can be sure the two Baxters have gone to Colorado," said
Tom.
"And the three Rovers will go, too," said Sam.
"Will you?" asked Dick. "I wanted to say so, but—"