The next day Mr. Anderson Rover came home, and the boys and Randolph Rover had to acquaint him with all that had taken place. He shook his head when he heard of the unregistered bonds.
"I am afraid you will never see them again, Randolph," he said to his brother.
"I am afraid so myself," was the mournful reply.
Anderson Rover had come home to see his boys off to school.
"I want you to make the most of your opportunities while at Putnam Hall this term," he said, "for it is to be your last."
"Yes, I know that," answered Tom. "But after that, what?"
"We will talk that over later, Tom. You must either go to college or get ready to go into business."
"I"d like to go to college!" put in d.i.c.k.
"So would I--if I knew what kind of a place it was," added Tom.
"If it was as fine a place as Putnam Hall I"d jump at it," came from Sam.
The next few days flew by quickly. During that time d.i.c.k received a letter from Dan Baxter, the former bully of Putnam Hall, which interested him not a little. This letter ran, in part, as follows:
"I am glad to say that I am now doing fairly well. I tried several positions and am now a traveling salesman for a large carpet house. I get fifteen dollars per week, all my expenses, and a commission on sales, so I consider myself lucky.
"When I look back on what I once was, d.i.c.k, I can scarcely realize what a change has come. But I feel happier than I ever was, and I am in hopes that I shall live to make a man of myself yet. I am trying to give up all my bad habits, and I haven"t smoked, or drank a gla.s.s of liquor, since I left you in the south."
"That"s the kind of a letter I like to get," said d.i.c.k, as he let his brothers peruse the communication. "It does a fellow"s heart good, doesn"t it?"
"I am glad we let him have that hundred dollars," said Sam. "Do you think he"ll pay it back?"
"Here is a postscript in which he says he will send a money order next week."
"He certainly means to pull himself together," said Tom. "Well, now he has turned over a new leaf, I wish him the best of luck."
Almost before they knew it, it was time to leave the farm and journey to Putnam Hall. Everybody was sorry to see them go.
"I can"t abide yo" boys being away nohow!" wailed Aleck Pop. "It jess don"t seem natural to have yo" gone, dat"s wot it don"t!"
"Oh, we"ll be back some day, Aleck," answered d.i.c.k. "And if we go off on some trip later, maybe we"ll take you along."
"I most wish I was a waiter ag"in at de Hall," sighed the colored man.
"They can"t spare you from here," said Sam.
"Oh, I know dat, Sam."
The boys" trunks had been packed and sent on ahead, so all they carried with them were their dress-suit cases. Their father drove them to the railroad station at Oak Run, and their aunt and uncle and the others around the farm came out on the piazza to see them off.
"Now be good boys," admonished their Aunt Martha. "And take care and don"t get sick."
"And be sure and study all you can," said their Uncle Randolph.
"Remember nothing is quite so grand as learning in this world."
"Yo" keep out ob mischief!" cried Aleck Pop, shaking a warning finger at Tom, who grinned broadly.
And then the carriage started off, and the journey to Putnam Hall was begun.
CHAPTER IX
AT THE WILD WEST SHOW
As my old readers know, Putnam Hall was located not far from the village of Cedarville on Cayuga Lake. To get to the school the boys had to take a train to Ithaca and then board a little lake steamer stopping at Cedarville and various other points along the sh.o.r.e.
"It seems a long time since we were at the Hall," observed d.i.c.k, as they settled down in the train.
"And what a lot of things have happened since then!" exclaimed Sam. "I can tell you what, we"ll have a story to tell to the others, won"t we?"
"I guess Songbird, Fred, and Hans Mueller have already told everything,"
returned Tom. "More than likely Songbird has concocted some verses about it."
The run to Ithaca took several hours, and they lunched at noon in the dining car. It was a beautiful day, and the boys enjoyed the scenery as much as if they had never seen it before.
"I hope we can make a good connection for Cedarville," said Sam as they left the train and started for the dock from which the _Golden Star_ made her trips on the lake. But they were doomed to disappointment, the steamboat had had a break-down and would be delayed two hours or more.
As there was nothing to do but to wait, the boys checked their dress-suit cases and then started for a stroll through the city. They soon learned that a wild west show was giving an exhibition there and consequently the place was crowded with folks from the surrounding districts.
"I shouldn"t mind going to the wild west show," observed Tom. "Do you think we have time?"
"We could spend an hour there anyway," answered Sam.
"It depends on where the show is to be held," came from d.i.c.k.
They soon ascertained that the show grounds were not far off, and made their way thither. The exhibition had already started, and they got inside the big tent-like enclosure as speedily as possible.
The show was a fairly good one, and the boys thoroughly enjoyed the trick riding by cowboys, and the fancy rifle shooting. Then came some wild riding by real Indians.
"Almost makes a fellow feel as if he"d like to be on a horse himself,"
said Tom. He liked horseback riding very well.
"Say, I want you to look over there," said Sam, pointing to the seats some distance away. "Do you see that man sitting near the bottom--right beside that boy with the basket of peanuts?"
Tom and d.i.c.k looked in the direction pointed out, and the eldest Rover gave a start.
"Sam, do you think it is the fellow called Merrick?" he exclaimed.