two bits for this and two bits for that. I never heard a quarter
called two bits in New York."

"I've been told that is a Southern expression, and one used in the
West Indies," said Dick. "The early Californians--My gracious!"

Dick broke off short and leaned far out of the window, which they
had opened to let in the fresh spring air.

"What's up?" queried Tom. "Don't fall out." And he caught his elder
brother by the arm.

"I must have been mistaken. But it did look like him," said Dick slowly.

"Look like whom?" asked Sam, joining the pair.

"Dan Baxter."

"Dan Baxter! Here?" shouted the others.

"I am pretty sure it was Dan Baxter."

"Where is he?" asked Tom.

"He is gone now--he just disappeared around the hotel corner."

"Well, if it really was Dan Baxter, we want to keep our eyes open,"
was Sam's comment.