CHAPTER II.
THE TURNING UP OF DAN BAXTER The boys were very curious concerning their old enemy, and on going below took a walk around several squares in the vicinity, in the hope of meeting the individual who had attracted Dick's attention.
But the search proved unsuccessful, and they returned to the hotel and went to dinner, with a larger appetite than ever.
"It would be queer if we met Dan Baxter out here," said Tom, while they were eating.

"He seems to get on our heels, no matter where we go.
"If he came to San Francisco first, he'll think we have been following him up," said Sam.
"He must have come here before we did," said Dick.

"Our arrival dates back but three hours," and he grinned.
The meal over the boys took it easy for a couple of hours, and then prepared to go out and visit half a dozen points of interest and also purchase tickets for a performance at one of the leading theaters in the evening.
As they crossed the lobby of the hotel they almost ran into a big, burly young fellow who was coming in the opposite direction.
"Dan Baxter!" ejaculated Dick.

"Then I was right after all." The burly young fellow stared first at Dick and then the others in blank amazement.

He carried a dress-suit case, and this dropped from his hand to the floor.
"Whe--where did yo--you come from ?" he stammered at last.
"I guess we can ask the same question," said Tom coldly.
"Been following me, have you ?" sneered Dan Baxter, making an effort to recover his self-possession.
"No, we haven't been following you," said Sam.
"Supposing you tell us how it happens that you are here ?" "Suppose you tell us how it happens that you are here," came from Dick.
"That is my business." "Our business is our own, too, Dan Baxter." "You followed me," growled the big bully, his face darkening.