"Oh, you needn't blow. Remember the old saying, 'He laughs best who
laughs last.' I aint done with you yet--not by a long shot."

"Well, let me warn you to keep your distance," said Dick sternly.
"If you don't, you'll regret it. We have been very easy with you in
the past, but if you go too far, I, for one, will be for putting you
where your father is, in prison."

"And I say the same," said Tom.

"Ditto here," came from Sam.

At these words a look of bitter hatred crossed Dan Baxter's face. He
clenched his fists and breathed hard.

"You can brag when you are three to one," he cried fiercely. "But
wait, that's all. My father would be a free man if it wasn't for you.
Wait, and see what I do!"

And so speaking he caught up his dress-suit case, swung around on
his heel, and left the hotel before anybody could stop him.

"He's the same old Baxter," said Tom, with a long sigh. "Always going
to square up."

"I think he is more vindictive than he used to be," observed Sam.
"When Dick spoke about his father being in prison he looked as if he
would like to strangle the lot of us."

"Well, I admit it would be rough on any ordinary boy to mention the