"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 putting you where your father is, in prison." "And I say the same," said Tom. "Ditto here," came from Sam. At these words a look of bitter hatred crossed Dan Baxter's face. He clenched his fists and breathed hard. "You can brag when you are three to one," he cried fiercely. "But wait, that's all. My father would be a free man if it wasn't for you. Wait, and see what I do!" And so speaking he caught up his dress-suit case, swung around on his heel, and left the hotel before anybody could stop him. "He's the same old Baxter," said Tom, with a long sigh. "Always going to square up." "I think he is more vindictive than he used to be," observed Sam. "When Dick spoke about his father being in prison he looked as if he would like to strangle the lot of us." "Well, I admit it would be rough on any ordinary boy to mention the fact that his father was in prison," said Dick. "But we all know, and Dan Baxter himself knows, that one is about as wicked as the other. The only thing that makes Arnold Baxter's case worse is that he is old enough to know better." "So is Dan old enough to know better," was Tom's comment. "I believe he was coming here to get accommodations," said Dick. "If he was, that would tend to prove that he had just arrived in San Francisco, Dick." "True. But he may have been in this vicinity, perhaps in Oakland, Alameda, or some other nearby town." "What do you suppose could have brought him here?" "That's a conundrum. Maybe he thought the East was getting too hot to hold him." "I wish we knew where he was going." "Let us see if we can follow him up." But to follow Dan Baxter up was out of the question, as they speedily discovered when they stepped out on the sidewalk. People were hurrying in all directions, and the bully had been completely swallowed up in the crowd. "We must watch out," said Dick. "Now he knows we are here he will try to do us harm, mark my words." The walk that afternoon proved full of interest, and in the evening they went to see a performance of a light opera at the Columbia Theater. The performance gave them a good deal of pleasure. "Quarter past eleven!" exclaimed Dick, when they were coming away. "That's the time we got our money's worth." "I thought it must be late," said Tom. "I was getting hungry. Let us get a bite of something before we go back to the hotel." The others were willing, and they entered a nearby restaurant and seated themselves at one of the tables. As they did this, a person who had been following them stopped at the door to peer in after them. The person was Dan Baxter.