“Where is the academy?”
“Up the river about four miles.”
“Yes, we will come.”
“Good!” shouted the oarsmen. “We’ll give you a jolly reception.”
Then Kent Spencer drew Frank aside.
“Mr. Merriwell,” he said, “my knowledge of you has not been obtained entirely from the papers.”
“Indeed?” smiled Frank, lifting his eyebrows.
“No; I have heard much of you from a personal friend and admirer who is stopping at the Cove.”
“That is pleasant news. I shall be pleased to meet him. I am always glad to meet my friends. Is it a Yale man?”
“No,” said Kent, “it is not a Yale man. It is some one you have not seen in a long time. There is a little hotel down at the Cove, and you must bring your party there. This friend of yours is stopping at the cottage of a retired sea captain who lives at the Cove. My sister is also stopping at the same place.”