s, I guess we can take care of him, just as our folks
took care of his father," returned his twin.

"No use borrowing trouble," came from Fred. "I've heard from my dad
that Mr. Dan Baxter has reformed and is now a first-class business man
and is quite prosperous. It may be that while his son Walt is somewhat
hot-tempered, he may still be a thoroughly good fellow. I wouldn't give
a rap for a boy that didn't show some spirit once in a while."

On the following morning Jack was on the point of going over to Fred's
house to return some books he had borrowed, when his father called to
him.

"I want you to go down to our offices with me this morning, Jack," said
Dick Rover. "I've got a package there that I meant to bring up for your
mother. You can come right back with it."

"All right, Dad. I'll be with you in a minute," answered the son, and
ran off to deliver the books and to let Fred, as well as Randy and
Andy, know where he was going.

Jack's temperament was a good deal like that of his father, and, young
as he was, he already took an interest in what was being done in the
offices of The Rover Company. On more than one occasion he had begged
his parent's permission to visit the place on Wall Street, and once had
been granted a "look-in" at the Stock Exchange during one of its
busiest sessions. That sight was one he had never forgotten.

When the Rovers had first opened up in Wall Street, they had taken
possession of a set of rather shabby offices formerly occupied by
another firm with which they had had various difficulties, the
particulars of which were related in "The Rover Boys in New York" and
"The Rover Boys in Business." Now, however, they occupied the entire
fourth floor of another building in a much better location. There was a
large general office and a counting room, and a private office for each
of the three brothers. Their office help numbered about twenty; and
when business was brisk, the place consequently was a decidedly busy
one.

When the offices of The Rover Company were reached, Dick Rover brought
out the package intended for his wife. It was quite a bundle, and not
wrapped as well as it might have been.

"You'd better let the office boy put an extra string around that,
Jack," said the father.

"Oh, that's all right, Dad. I can get it home just as it is. There
won't be much of a crowd on the subway train going uptown this time of
day."

Jack spent a few minutes in the offices, speaking to