CHAPTER XV 

SOMETHING OF A MYSTERY 

"Dan Baxter!" 

The cry came simultaneously from several of the crowd. 

"I think Dick is right," said Songbird. "I thought it must be Dan, but I wasn't sure, for I didn't expect to see him here." 

"He and that Sack Todd must have become friends," put in Tom. "I would like to know what Dan is doing out here." 

"He is certainly up to no good," answered Dick. "I must say this adds to the mystery, doesn't it, boys?" 

"That's what it does," chimed in Sam. "I wish we could catch Baxter and bring him to justice." 

"Or reform him," came from Dick. 

"Reform him, Dick!" cried Tom. "That would be mighty uphill work." 

"It isn't in him," added Fred. "He is tee-totally bad." 

"I used to think that of Dan's father, but Arnold Baxter has reformed--and he wants his son to do likewise." 

"Well, that isn't here or there," said Tom after a pause. "What are we to do just now?" 

"Let us push on to town first," answered Songbird. "After that, we can rearrange our plans if we wish." 

This was considered good advice, and once again they urged their steeds along. Coming to a high point in the trail, they made out Caville a mile distant, and rode into the town about noon. 

It was not much of a place, and the single hotel afforded only the slimmest of accommodations. But they had to be satisfied, and so made the best of it. 
Who does Tom agree with?
Sam