Then the young cadets introduced themselves and the man and the boy did the same. The man said his name was John Franklin.
"This is my son Phil," he added. "We don"t belong around here--that is, not exactly. You see, I used to own a farm which was mostly in Texas and partly in Oklahoma, a pretty big farm, though it wasn"t very productive.
Some oil sharpers came along and made a sort of three-cornered deal, the particulars of which I need not give you, but as a consequence almost before I knew it I was done out of my farm and had next to no money in my pocket. Then I came up here expecting to see some friends who might help me in fighting those rascals, but the friends had moved away, and n.o.body knew where to, so I was almost stranded. Then Phil and I got work up in the woods, cutting timber and doing other odd jobs, and we had steady employment until this rainy season set in."
"So you came all the way from Texas, did you?" said Randy to Phil Franklin, with a smile. "It"s a pretty long distance."
"Oh, we got sick of it down there after dad was done out of his farm by those oil sharpers," answered Phil Franklin.
"Did they find oil on your farm?" questioned Fred.
"No. That is, they hadn"t up to the time we left. You know it takes a lot of time and money to sink an oil well. But they did us out of our farm, and that"s bad enough."
"Some day, if I ever get on my feet again, I"m going back to Texas and have it out with those rascals," announced John Franklin. "They claimed that their dealings with me were perfectly legal, but I don"t look at it that way. However, boys, that affair has nothing to do with you. As I said before, I wish I could reward you, but all I can do is to give you my very best thanks."
"And you can bet I"m thankful, too!" added Phil Franklin earnestly.
"Isn"t it rather strange that you should be up here in such a storm as this?" questioned the man from Texas.
"We got tired of staying indoors on account of the rain," answered Jack; "so when it seemed to break away we thought we saw a chance to take a hike just for the fun of it."
"And now we"re glad we did take a hike," put in Randy.
"We were trying to cross the stream by the aid of a rope," explained John Franklin. "The rope broke, and Phil was swept down the stream and I went after him to make sure that he didn"t get drowned. Then we got mixed up in the logs and the tree, and you know the rest."
"You say you belong up the river?" questioned Andy.
"Yes. We"ve been stopping at Bossard"s camp. I suppose we ought to be getting back there now, or he"ll be wondering what has become of us.
Besides that, we"ll want some dry clothing. And you fellows will want some dry clothing, too. Otherwise you might catch cold."
"Yes, we"ll hike back to the school as fast as possible," answered Jack.
He held out his hand. "Good-bye to you, and good luck."
"You won"t mind if I come down to see you some time, will you?"
questioned the man. "I want your teachers to know how brave you have been."
"Come down, by all means," answered Jack. "But don"t pile on the bravery stuff, please. We did only what any healthy young fellows would do."
"I don"t know about that. I guess I know real heroes when I see "em,"
answered John Franklin, with a grin.
"I"d like to see you fellows drill. It must be great," put in his son Phil.
"Come down any time and ask for us," answered Fred. He was rather taken by Phil Franklin"s open manner.
A few words more pa.s.sed, and then the Franklins hurried up the river in the direction of the lumber camp from which they had come. Then the Rovers turned in the direction of Colby Hall.
"I"m glad we went to the rescue," remarked Andy, when on the way. "They seem a pretty decent sort."
"All the way from Texas," mused his twin. "That"s certainly some distance."
As the Rovers hurried to the Hall they talked the matter of the rescue over in all of its details.
"It was certainly a queer meeting," was Fred"s comment. But little did he or his cousins dream of the still queerer meeting with the Franklins that was to come in the future.
CHAPTER IV
IN THE GYMNASIUM
"Company attention! Carry arms! Present arms! Shoulder arms! Forward march!"
Captain Jack Rover, a.s.sisted by Lieutenant Fred Rover and his other officers, was drilling Company C in a corner of the gymnasium of Colby Hall. It was two days after the adventure on the Rick Rack River, and it was still raining, so that drilling in the open was almost out of the question.
The four cadets who had taken part in the rescue of John Franklin and his son Phil had explained the situation to Captain Dale on their return to the school and had been warmly praised by that old West Point military man for their bravery.
It may be mentioned here that Captain Dale had been in charge of the school since Colonel Colby had volunteered for the war and gone to France to fight.
Many of the cadets hated the rain and hoped it would soon clear. They loved drilling in the open far more than when held indoors, and they also wished to get at baseball and other Spring sports.
"It"s a shame it doesn"t let up," remarked Gif Garrison, after the drilling had come to an end and the rifles had been put away in their cases along the wall. Gif was a big youth, and the recognized head of many of the athletic sports.
"Well, we have to take such matters as they come," returned Spouter Powell, running his hand through his heavy brush of hair. "Were it not for the gentle rains, and the dews later on, the fields and slopes of the hills would not be clothed in the verdant green which all true lovers of nature so much admire. Instead we might have a bleak barrenness, a dissolution which would appall----"
"Gee, Spouter is at it again!" broke in Will Hendry, usually called Fatty by his chums because of his rotundity. Fatty was extremely good-natured, and as a consequence nearly every one admired him.
"Nothing gentle about this rain!" exclaimed Dan Soppinger, another cadet. "It"s coming down in bucketfuls. Say, that puts me in mind--I"ve got an essay to write on moisture. Can any of you tell me why condensation takes place when----"
"Hurrah! the human question-box is once more with us," broke in Andy Rover. "Dan, I think you"d die if you couldn"t ask questions."
"Humph! how is a fellow going to learn anything if he doesn"t ask questions?" retorted Dan.
"You might walk around with a set of encyclopedias in your pocket,"
proposed Randy.
"That"s it, Dan. Get a regular thirty-volume set while you are at it.
You"ve got about thirty pockets in your suit, haven"t you? You could put one in each pocket."
"I wish it would clear off to-morrow, at least enough to go to Haven Point," said Fred. "They have a dandy moving picture at Mr. Falstein"s place."
"Oh, I know the piece you mean, Fred," cried Andy slyly. "It"s ent.i.tled "Meeting the Girls; or, The Great Conspiracy.""
"Did the girls say they were going to see the pictures, Fred?"
questioned Jack quickly.
"Mary telephoned that they might go," answered Fred. "That is, she said she and Martha might, and if they go probably some of the others will go too."