“I am sure I am glad to see you, Dan,” said Dick, “and glad to know you are doing well.”

“Maybe you’ll be a member of the firm some day,” added Sam with a smile.

“I don’t know about that.  I’m willing to work, and the traveling suits me first-rate.  They pay me a good salary, too—­thirty dollars per week and all expenses.”

“Good enough!” cried Dick.

“I came to see you fellows,” went on Dan Baxter in a lower voice.  “I haven’t forgotten what you did for me when I was on my uppers.  It was splendid of you.  I realize it more every day I live.  My father is with me now—­that is, when I’m home.  We are happier than we ever were before.”

“That’s good,” murmured Sam.

“I want to see you all.  Where is Tom?”

“Up to the college.”  Sam did not deem it necessary to go into particulars.

“I’d like to see him, too.  I’ve got something for each of you.”

“What is that?”

“Before I tell you I want you to promise you’ll accept it.  And by the way, you got that money back, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Well, will you accept what I want to give you?  I want to show you I appreciate your kindness.”

“We didn’t expect anything, Dan,” said Dick.

“Oh, I know that, Dick, but please say you’ll take what I have for you.  It isn’t so very much, but it’s something.”

“All right, if you want it that way,” answered the oldest Rover, seeing that his former enemy was very much in earnest.

Dan Baxter put his hand in an inner pocket and brought forth three small packages.

“This is for you, Dick, and this for you, Sam,” he said.  “The other is for Tom.  They are all alike.”

The two Rovers undid the packages handed to them.  Inside were small jewelry cases, and each contained a beautiful stickpin of gold, holding a ruby with three small diamonds around it.

“Say, this is fine!” murmured Sam.

“Dan, we didn’t expect this,” said Dick.

“But you said you’d accept,” pleaded Baxter.  “They are all alike, as I said before.  I had the firm make them to order, so there is nothing else like them on the market.  The three diamonds represent you three brothers, and the ruby—­well, when you look at that you can think of me, if you want to.  And another thing,” went on Baxter, his face flushing a trifle, “the pins are settled for.  They didn’t come out of my stock.  I mention this because—­because—­” The young traveling salesman stopped in some confusion.

“Dan, we know you are not that kind,” said Dick hastily.

“Well, I was, but I’m not that kind any longer—­everything I do is as straight as a string.  I paid for those stickpins out of my wages.  I hope you will all wear them.”

“I certainly shall,” said Dick.  “I shall prize this gift very highly.”

“And so shall I,” added Sam.