e doctor attended him from
time to time, but gave the sufferer little medicine.

As soon as it was possible to do so, Dick sent a wireless message
ashore, to be relayed to the farm, telling the folks that Tom was safe
and that all hands would soon be back at Valley Brook. This message
was also sent, by way of the farm, to Mrs. Stanhope and Dora, and to
the girls at Hope.

"My gracious, what adventures we have had on this trip!" remarked Sam
to Dick, as the steamer was headed for the Golden Gate, the entrance to
San Francisco harbor.

"Right you are, Sam," was the reply. "I don't think we'll have any
more so strenuous." But Dick was mistaken. More adventures were still
in store for the Rovers, and what some of them were will be related in
the next volume of this series, to be entitled "The Rover Boys in
Business; Or, The Search for the Missing Bonds."

On the arrival at San Francisco it was deemed advisable by the doctor
that Tom rest for a few days at a hotel before starting on the trip for
home. Tom's mind now seemed to be as clear as ever and all his
weakness was physical.

One day, when Dick was reading a local newspaper, he chanced on a
paragraph that instantly arrested his attention. He read it carefully
and then sought out Sam.

"Look here," he cried. "Here is news about that lady on the train who
lost her handbag with jewelry in it worth ten thousand dollars."

"What about it?" asked Sam, with interest.

"She didn't lose it at all, it seems. Her mother, who was with her,
took it and absent-mindedly hid it in their berth. There a porter
found it and turned it over to the railroad company."

"Well, that clears Tom of that," said Sam, with a sigh of relief. "But
what of Hiram Duff's money and jewelry?"

"That still remains to be found out, Sam. I guess Tom took it--but of
course he didn't know what he was doing. You can't count such a thing
a crime when a fellow is out of his mind." In the end, it may be as
well to state here, this mystery was never fully explained. But the
Rover family paid the old miser for his loss, and for what he had
suffered in being locked down in his cellar; and there the matter was
dropped.

Tom stood the journey to Valley Brook better than expected. At the Oak
Run railroad station the family touring car was drawn up, with Jack
Ness, the hired man, in charge. The boys' father was there to greet
them.

"My boys! My boys!" he said, and the tears stood in his e