patterned after those at West Point, and could not have been
improved upon.

"Well, what of the hunt," asked Dick, as soon as he got the chance
to talk to Tom.

"We followed it to the lake and then lost the trail," answered his
brother. "But I am convinced that the rascal was Dan Baxter."

"I believe you are right, Tom," answered Dick, and related what
Dora Stanhope had told him. Of course Tom listened with keen
interest.

"We made a mistake in letting old Crabtree and Baxter go when we
had them in Africa. We should have handed them over to the
authorities."

"I am not worried about Baxter so much," went on Dick. "But I hate
to think of Crabtree being around to molest the Stanhopes."

"And especially Dora," grinned Tom.

"Right you are, Tom, and I am not ashamed to admit it to you. But
please don't -- don't well, make fun of it to me any more."

"I won't, Dick." Tom gave his brother's hand a squeeze under the
table. "Dora is all right, and if some day I get her for a
sister-in-law I won't complain a bit." This plain talk made Dick's
face flush, but he felt tremendously pleased, nevertheless, and
loved Tom more than ever.