"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.
CHAPTER II
THE TURNING UP OF DAN BAXTER
The boys were very curious concerning their old enemy, and on going
below took a walk around several squares in the vicinity, in the hope
of meeting the individual who had attracted Dick's attention.
But the search proved unsuccessful, and they returned to the hotel
and went to dinner, with a larger appetite than ever.
"It would be queer if we met Dan Baxter out here," said Tom, while
they were eating. "He seems to get on our heels, no matter where we go.
"If he came to San Francisco first, he'll think we have been following
him up," said Sam.
"He must have come here before we did," said Dick. "Our arrival
dates back but three hours," and he grinned.
The meal over the boys took it easy for a couple of hours, and then
prepared to go out and visit half a dozen points of interest and also
purchase tickets for a performance at one of the leading theaters in
the evening.
As they crossed the lobby of the hotel they almost ran into a big,
burly young fellow who was coming in the opposite direction.
"Dan Baxter!" ejaculated Dick. "Then I was right after all."
The burly young fellow stared first at Dick and then the others in
blank amazement. He carried a dress-suit case, and this dropped from
his hand to the floor.
"Whe--where did yo--you come from?" he stammered at last.
"I guess we can ask the same question," said Tom coldly.
"Been following me, have you?" sneered Dan Baxter, making an effort
to recover his self-possession.
"No, we haven't been following you," said Sam.
"Supposing you tell us how it happens that you are here?"
"Suppose you tell us how it happens that you are here," came from Dick.
"That is my business."
"Our business is our own, too, Dan Baxter."
"You followed me," growled the big bully, his face darkening. "I know
you and don't you forget it."
"Why should we follow you?" said Tom. "We got the best of you over
that treasure in the Adirondacks."
"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 p
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