"I'll give you the particulars later.

They don't want Aunt Martha to know about it, for it will only make her worry without doing any good.

I'm afraid dad and Uncle Randolph are in it bad," went on Dick, soberly.
"Can't something be done ?" asked Tom.
"Not just now.

Dad is going to Chicago about it next week again." "Does he and uncle stand to lose much ?" questioned Sam.
"Yes, a good deal--more in fact than they can afford." "Phew! That's too bad!" murmured the youngest Rover, and Tom shook his head soberly, and forgot all about the parting jokes he had intended to play on Aleck Pop and Jack Ness.
At last came the time for the three Rover boys to leave home.

The biplane had been shipped to Ashton by express and their trunks and suit cases had been forwarded on their railroad tickets.