"Well, I've got to have something pretty quick. I am next to dead-broke."
"Perhaps I can help you out a bit."
"I wish you would."
"Here is twenty dollars. I reckon that will prove that I am taking an interest in you." And the bright, crisp bill was handed over.
"Money talks!" cried Dan Baxter. He gazed at the bank note in genuine pleasure. "I am much obliged."
"Here is where I must leave you," went on Sack Todd as they reached a crossing in the trails. "Keep right on, and you'll soon come in sight of Cottonton. Meet me there to-night at the Planters' Rest."
"I will."
"You had better keep out of sight—if those Rovers are on your trail."
"Trust me to lay low," said Baxter with a short laugh. In another moment the former bully of Putnam Hall found himself alone. Sack Todd had galloped off at a high rate of speed.
"He is certainly an odd sort," mused Baxter. "But I guess he means to do right by me, or he wouldn't lend me a twenty so readily. He must be used to handling big money, by the roll of bills he carried. I wish I possessed such a roll.
