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Zip! Boom! Ah! "Hurrah for Putnam Hall!" "Let her go, Peleg, lively
now, and mind you don't upset us, or we'll use you worse than we
did the football." "All right, young gents. All in? Hold fast,
everybody, or I won't be responsible, nohow, if you drop off. Git
along, Jack; up with ye, Sally!" And with a crack of the whip, a
tooting of tin horns, and it mad yelling and cheering from the
students, the long Putnam Hall stage left the football enclosure
attached to the Pornell Academy grounds and started along the lake
road for Putnam Hall.
Whoop! hurrah! Zip, boom, ah! Rockets! "For gracious' sake, Tom,
what's all the racket about? I thought we had all the noise we
wanted last night, when we broke up camp." "It's news, Dick,
glorious news," returned Tom Rover, and he began to dance a jig on
the tent flooring. "It's the best ever." "It won't be glorious news
if you bring this tent down on our heads," answered Dick Rover.
"Have you discovered a gold mine?" "Better than that, Dick. I've
discovered what we are going to do with ourselves this summer." "I
thought we were going back to the farm, to rest up, now that the
term at Putnam Hall is at an end."
Luft up a little, Sam, or the Spray will run on the rocks. "All
right, Dick. I haven't got sailing down quite as One as you yet.
How far do you suppose we are from Albany?" "Not over eight or nine
miles. If this wind holds out we'll make that city by six o'clock.
I'll tell you what, sailing on the Hudson suits me first-rate."
"And it suits me, too," put in Tom Rover, addressing both of his
brothers. "I like it ten times better than staying on Uncle
Randolph's farm." "But I can't say that I like it better than life
at Putnam Hall," smiled Sam Rover, as he threw over the tiller of
the little yacht. "I'm quite anxious to meet Captain Putnam and
Fred, Frank, and Larry again." "Oh, so am I," answered Tom Rover.
"But an outing on the Hudson is just the best of a vacation. By the
way, I wonder if all four old friends will be back?"
Dick, do you notice how the wind is freshening? "Yes, Sam, I've
been watching it for ten minutes. I think we are in for a storm."
"Exactly my idea, and I shouldn't be surprised if it proved a heavy
one, too. How far are we from shore?" "Not over three miles, to my
reckoning." "Perhaps we had better turn back," and Sam Rover, the
youngest of the three Rover brothers, shook his head doubtfully.
"Oh, I reckon we'll be safe enough," responded Dick Rover, who was
several years older. "I know more about sailing a yacht than I did
when we followed up the Baxters on the Atlantic Ocean."
Well, Dick, here we are in San Francisco at last. "Yes, Tom, and
what a fine large city it is." "We'll have to take care, or we'll
get lost," came from a third boy, the youngest of the party. "Just
listen to Sam!" cried Tom Rover. "Get lost! As if we weren't in the
habit of taking care of ourselves." "Sam is joking," came from Dick
Rover. "Still we might get lost here as well as in New York or any
other large city." "Boston is the place to get lost in," said Tom
Rover. "Got streets that curve in all directions. But let us go on.
Where is the hotel?"
Back to Putnam Hall again, boys! Hurrah! "Yes, back again, Tom, and
glad of it," returned Dick Rover. "I can tell you, the academy is
getting to be a regular second home." "Right you are, Dick," came
from Sam Rover, the youngest of the three brothers. "I'd rather be
here than up to the farm, even if Uncle Randolph and Aunt Martha
are kind and considerate. The farm is so slow-" "While here we have
our full share of adventures and more," finished Tom. "I wonder
what will happen to us this term? The other terms kept us mighty
busy, didn't they?" "I'm not looking for any more outside
adventures," said Dick, with a serious shake of his head. "Our
enemies have been disposed of, and I don't want, to hear of or see
them again."
Fo' de land sakes, Massa Dick, wot am dat contraption yo' boys dun
put togedder back ob de bahn yesterday? "Why, Aleck, don't you know
what that is?" returned Dick Rover, with a smile at the colored
man. "That's a biplane." "A biplane, eh?" repeated Alexander Pop,
the colored helper around the Rover homestead. He scratched his
woolly head thoughtfully. "Yo' don't mean to say it am lak a plane
a carpenter man uses, does yo', Massa Dick? 'Pears lak to me it was
moah lak some ship sails layin' down, -somethin' lak dem ships we
see over in Africy, when we went into dem jungles to find yo'
fadder."
Boys, what do you say to a trip in the Dartaway this afternoon?
"Suits me, Sam," replied Tom Rover. "Providing the breeze doesn't
get too strong," returned Dick Rover, as he put up his hand to feel
the air. "Oh, I don't think it will blow too much," went on Sam
Rover. "I don't mind some air." "But no more storms for me " cried
his brother Tom, with a shake of his head. "That last old corker
was enough for me." "Where shall we go?" questioned Dick, with a
queer little smile creeping around the corners of his mouth. "Oh,
my, just to hear Dick " cried Tom, with a grin. "As if he would go
anywhere but to Hope Seminary, to call on Dora "
Hurrah, Sam, it is settled at last that we are to go to boarding
school! "Are you certain, Tom? Don't let me raise any false hopes."
"Yes, I am certain, for I heard Uncle Randolph tell Aunt Martha
that he wouldn't keep us in the house another week. He said he
would rather put up with the Central Park menagerie-think of that!"
and Tom Rover began to laugh. "That's rather rough on us, but I
don't know but what we deserve it," answered Sam Rover, Tom's
younger brother. "We have been giving it pretty strong lately, with
playing tricks on Sarah the cook, Jack the hired man, and Uncle
Randolph's pet dog Alexander. But then we, had to do something-or
go into a dry rot. Life in the country is all well enough, but it's
mighty slow for me."
We're making time now, Tom. "Making time?" repeated Tom Rover as he
gazed out of the car window at the telegraph poles flashing past.
"I should say we were, Sam! Why, we must be running sixty miles an
hour!" "If we are not we are making pretty close to it," came from
a third boy of the party in the parlor car. "I think the engineer
is trying to make up some of the time we lost at the last stop."
Here we are again, as the clown says in the circus! "Right you are,
Pepper. And I'll be glad to get back to Putnam Hall once more,"
responded Major Jack Ruddy, as he followed his chum from the lake
steamer to the Cedarville dock. "Hello, there is Andy!" cried
Pepper Ditmore, as he caught sight of a familiar face in the crowd
of cadets, "Andy, where have you been? Why didn't you come on the
boat with us?" "I got in last night," answered Andy Snow. "How are
you, anyway?" And he shook hands cordially.
For gracious sake! what's that racket? exclaimed Dick Rover, as he
threw down the newspaper he was reading and leaped to his feet.
"Sounds to me as if there was a battle royal going on," returned
his younger brother, Sam, who was at a desk in the library of the
old farmhouse, writing a letter. "It's those boys!" exclaimed Tom
Rover, as he tossed aside a copy of a comic paper which he had been
looking over. "I'll wager they're up to some mischief again."
"Well, if they are your boys, Tom, you mustn't find fault with
them," answered Sam Rover, with a twinkle in his eye. "If ever
there were chips of the old block, your twins are It with a capital
I."
MY DEAR BOYS: This book is a complete story in itself, but forms
the fourth volume in a line issued under the general title, "The
Second Rover Boys Series for Young Americans."
Sam, this isn't the path. "I know it, Tom." "We've missed our way,"
went on Tom Rover, with a serious look on his usually sunny face.
"It looks that way to me," answered Sam Rover, his younger brother.
"I think we made a wrong turn after we slid down the cliff."
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