t."

So they decided to put up at a hotel in Ithaca, and went around to a new
place called the Students' Rest. The hotel was fairly well filled, but
they secured a large apartment with two double beds.

"There's a nice concert on this evening by a college glee club," said
Sam. "I move we get tickets and go."

"Second the motion," said Tom promptly.

"The motion is put and carried," put in Dick just as promptly. "I trust,
though, the concert don't make us weep."

"They won't know we're there, so perhaps they won't try it on too hard,"
said Sam, and there the students' slang came to an end for the time
being.

The concert was quite to their taste, and they were surprised, when it
was over, to learn that it was after eleven o'clock.

"I hadn't any idea it was so late," exclaimed Dick. "We'd better be
getting back to the hotel, or we won't get our money's worth out of that
room."

"That's right," laughed Tom. "Although, to tell the truth, I'm not very
sleepy."

Several blocks were covered when Sam, who was looking across the
street, uttered a cry of astonishment.

"Look!" he exclaimed.

"At what?" asked both Tom and Dick.

"Over in front of that clothing store. There is Dan Baxter, and Jasper
Grinder is with him!"

"Sam is right," came from Dick. "They must have struck up some sort of a
friendship, or they wouldn't be here together."

"Let's go over and see what Baxter has to say for himself," said Tom
boldly.

"All right," returned Dick. "But we want to keep out of a row; remember
that."

They crossed the street and walked straight up to Baxter and Jasper
Grinder, who were holding an animated conversation in the doorway of a
clothing establishment which was closed for the night.

As they came up, Sam caught the words, "There is money there, sure,"
coming from Baxter. He paid no attention to the words at the time, but
remembered them long afterward, and with good reason.

"Hullo, Baxter!" said Dick, halting in front of the bully.

Dan Baxter gave a start, as if detected in some wrong act. Then, as the
light from an electric lamp shone upon Dick's face, he glared sourly at
the oldest Rover.

"Where did you come from?" he asked, and then, seeing the other Rovers,
added: "Been following me, I suppose?"

"No, we haven't been following you," said Dick. "We just came from, the
college boys' concert in the hall down the street."

Jasper Grinder looked as sour as did Dan Baxter. Then he shook his
fing