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The girls and boys sang, danced, and played games, while the older folks looked on. Songbird Powell recited several original poems, Fred Garrison made a really comic speech, and Hans Mueller convulsed everybody by his good nature and his funny way of talking. "I never felt so light-hearted in my life!" said Tom, after the celebration had come to an end.
I'll do anything if you'll let me stay!" "I will think it over," answered the head of Brill shortly. And thus Flockley was dismissed from the office. "It was certainly a wicked piece of work," said Songbird to the others in the room. "I really think somebody ought to be arrested." Tom was about to speak when a footstep sounded in the hall, and a knock on the door followed.
"Yes, I saw them," said the German-American student in answer to a question. "They are down along the river, just above the boathouse." "Thank you." "I'll show you if you want me to," went on Max. "You might come along, if you have nothing else to do," answered Songbird.
"And now for Putnam Hall and the grand wind-up," said Tom, as he finished his repast. "And then to go home and prepare for that grand trip on the houseboat," came from Sam. "Which puts me in mind that we must see who will go with us," said Dick. "Songbird Powell says he is more than willing," answered Tom. "And I know Dutchy will fall all over himself to become one of the party."
Soon they had a fairly clear path, and after backing away a few feet from the trees, Dick turned downward in a semi circle, and got out once more on the road. This time he was mindful to use the brake with care, and consequently he gained the bottom of the stony hill without further mishap, and the second machine came after him. "There is that farmer," said Songbird.
Then Songbird was called in, and he told what he knew. "If your story is true, it is a most extraordinary occurrence," said the head of Brill at last. "But I must confess that I can scarcely credit such a tale. However, I will, for the time being, give you the benefit of the doubt, and in the meantime make some investigations on my own account.
"Well, boys, everybody on the job!" cried Tom, and lost no time in stripping off his coat and donning a jumper, which he carried for use when working on the car. "I suppose that's my fault," said Songbird, much crestfallen. "It might have happened to any of us, Songbird," returned Sam. "Let us see how quickly we can put on another shoe and inner tube."
Unless, of course, they are the nice little lap-dog kind." "This isn't about a lap-dog, exactly," returned Songbird. "It's about a watchdog." "Um! By the way, Songbird, haven't the Sandersons a new watchdog?" "Yes." And now Songbird reddened a little. "Well, let us have the poem, anyway. I love dogs, and some poetry about them ought to run along pretty good."
"Caught you that time, Tom, just as you caught Songbird with his doggerel." As happy as any boys could be, the four cadets tied up their boat. In doing this one started to splash in the water, followed by another, and as a consequence before the cutting-up came to a finish the seats of the craft were pretty well wetted. "Never mind," said Tom. "They'll soon dry in the sun.
"Then I don't see how you are going to help me," murmured Songbird, and he passed on a few steps, coming to a halt presently to jot down some words on his pad. "Hello, Songbird!" called out Tom. "How is the Muse to-day, red-hot?" For a moment John Powell did not answer, but kept on writing. Then his face broke out into a sudden smile. "There, that's it!" he cried. "I've got it at last!
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