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Updated: September 23, 2025
"Nothing like a houseboat in sight," said Sam, disconsolately. "It beats the nation where they have gone to." "They may be hiding around some point or in some cove," suggested Fred. "They must know that we will follow them." "I think you ought to telegraph up and down the river," put in Songbird. "Dot's der dalk," came from Hans. "Let eferypody know vot rascals da vos alretty!"
He said he was an old school chum of yours at Putnam Hall and had been on a treasure hunt with you during the past summer." "Songbird!" cried Dick, and his face broke out in a smile. "Oh, that's good news! It suits me perfectly." "Did you call the young man Songbird?" queried the house master. "Yes, that's his nickname." "Then he must be a singer."
Here was a heavy clump of brushwood, so they were able to draw quite close without being seen. The talk was of a general character for a while, embracing football and other college sports, and Songbird was disappointed. But presently Jerry Koswell began to chuckle. "I can't help but think of the way I put it over Tom Rover," he exclaimed.
Some went up the shore and others down, each with a lantern which had been provided to dispel the gloom. "Oh, where? Oh, where? In dire despair We search the shore in vain!" came lowly from Songbird, but then he felt too heavy-hearted to finish the verse and heaved a sigh instead. "This is simply heart-rending," he said. "That's what it is," answered Dick.
He may be on his way now, or he may not have started yet from New York." "Oh, I hope we don't meet Merrick, or Sobber either!" cried Dora. On the outskirts of the town was a fine flower garden where roses of unusual beauty were grown. One day the girls and ladies visited this and Dick and Songbird went along.
Maybe he'll take us for burglars." "You can keep shady if you want to, Songbird. I'm going up," and so speaking Dick began to mount the ladder. The window under which the ladder had been placed was open from the top only, and a half curtain over the lower portion hid what was beyond from view.
"Hello, Sam!" cried Songbird, and grinned from ear to ear. "Hello, Dick! Hello, Tom! Say, did I surprise you?" And now he shook hands with the others. "You sure did," replied Dick. "I was afraid I was going to have a stranger for a roommate. Your coming here suits me to a T!" "I didn't write to you because I wanted to surprise you," explained Songbird. "I've composed some verses about it.
"He didn't say, I wanted to question him further, but a man who was standing on a corner, some distance away, beckoned to him, and he left me and joined the man, and the two walked off." "Who was the man?" "I don't know." The boys talked the matter over for some time, but Songbird had nothing more to tell, and at last the subject was dropped.
Songbird, as usual, had a pad and pencil in his hand. "Composing verses, I suppose," remarked Tom. "What have you got now?" "Oh, it isn't so very much," returned Songbird, hesitatingly. "It's a little poem I was writing about dogs." "Dogs!" chimed in William Philander. "My gracious me! What sort of poetry can you get up about dogs? I must confess, I don't like them.
"Come, friend," said Bladud gravely, "don't be too free in your remarks on my father." "And don't be too hard on the women-folk," added the captain, with a grim smile, "they are not all alike. At least there is one that I know of in the East, whose spirit is like that of the lamb, and her voice like the notes of the songbird."
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