“I know I did, but there’s going to be a post-graduate class formed, I hear. Going to take up first year college work, and dad talks of sending me. I wish I could go to Elmwood Hall, though, or some place like that.”
“So do I!” cried Will.
“Boarding school’s the place!” affirmed Dick, with energy. “I’d like to go to one.”
They had reached the other side of the river now and Dick Jones, who had been sent by his father to take a message to a lumberman, started off on his errand, Will and Tom promising to wait for him in the motorboat. When Dick returned on the run, Tom yielded to the request of the two lads, and took them for a run up the stream.
“That is, unless you have something to do, Tom,” spoke Will.
“No, I’m going to have all the fun I can before school opens, that’s all. And it will do the engine good to run a bit and get rid of the oil that chump Dent let run in.”
The boys were out in the motorboat for about two hours, and, on nearing the dock on the return trip, Dick remarked:
“That fellow’s auto is gone.”
“Is my boat there?” asked Tom, who was tinkering with the motor of his craft.