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"And of all things, mention the soup we had last Thursday. No piece of poetry would be complete without that soup." "Who's making up poetry about soup?" roared Songbird Powell. But then he grew calmer. "All right, fellows, here goes." And he started: "Of all the days to mem'ry dear, The dearest days are those spent here, When we " "That's a libel!" interrupted Tom.
It was resolved that the party to go in search of the treasure should be made up of Anderson Rover and his three sons, Mrs. Stanhope and Dora, the Lannings, and also Fred Garrison, Songbird Powell and Hans Mueller. During the afternoon a number of telegrams and letters were written, and the boys send these off before nightfall.
I believe Carey is going off to meet Merrick and see if he can make a deal with him." "That is what I think. How can we thwart him?" "Better fire that gun, as a signal to those on shore, first of all. Then we'll see what the mate has to say." Fred needed no urging and soon he brought up a shotgun from the cabin and discharged it the signal heard by Songbird, as we already know.
Tom was also up, and said he would take a walk around the grounds to raise an appetite. "As if you needed anything of that sort," grinned Sam. "The first thing you know, you'll be eating so much that the college management will be charging you double for board." Down on the campus, Tom ran into Songbird. and, a few minutes later, William Philander Tubbs.
Tom had thought to pay strict attention to his studies for the remainder of the term, but finally agreed to accept the position if it was offered to him. "I think you are going to make it, Tom," said Songbird one day after Tom had been pitching on the regular team against Bill Harney, who had been pitching on the scrub.
"I've heard of that place," said Stanley. "I am willing to go if the rest are." "If I go as far as Rushville I might as well go on to the Sanderson home," said Songbird, who could not get Minnie out of his mind. "Well, we'll leave you off after we have interviewed the ghosts," answered Dick with a laugh. "Do you believe in ghosts?" asked Stanley with a faint smile. "No. Do you?"
"Agreed!" shouted the others, and ran to their rooms, to get out their bathing suits. Soon Tom was ready, and leaping to the end of the houseboat, took a straight dive into the river. Sam followed and Fred came next, and then Dick, Songbird, and Hans came down in a bunch. The water was just cold enough to be pleasant, and they splashed around in great sport.
"I'd like to take the full course in about two years," came from Sam. "College studies are mighty hard," broke in Songbird, who was working over his chemistry. "I don't get any chance to write poetry any more." "For which let us all be truly thankful," murmured Sam to Tom. "Ten minutes more," announced Dick, looking at his watch. "Then what do you say to a row on the river?"
"How did he act?" asked Tom. "Where was he going?" added Sam. "Did he seem to have any money?" came from Dick. All of the Rovers were intensely interested, and showed it plainly. "Say, one question at a time, please!" cried Songbird, "You put me in mind of a song I once wrote about a little boy: "'A little lad named Johnny Spark Was nothing but a question mark.
"Let us go ashore without delay!" said Songbird, who was sorry he had not accompanied the Rover boys. "That's what I say!" added Fred. "We can take plenty of lights." "I vos not von pit sleepy," declared Hans. "I go kvick, of you said so, Mr. Rofer." "If yo' go, don't forgit Aleck!" pleaded the colored man. "You shall go, Aleck," answered Mr.
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