“I hope he never comes back here to live,” Ned remarked. “We can easily get along without him.”
“So say we all of us!” chimed in Bob.
The boys enjoyed the little motor boat trip, though Andy Rush, as usual, talked so much and so fast that Jerry said he gave him a headache.
“Here, earn your passage,” the tall youth finally cried. “Polish some of the brass rail. That will give you a safety-valve,” and Andy, perforce, had to obey.
It was several days after this that Bob Baker came hurrying over to the Hopkins house.
“Good news!” cried the stout youth.
“What about?” asked Jerry.
“Dad has had a letter from President Cole, of Boxwood Hall, and everything is so satisfactory that dad has decided I am to go there. Hurrah!”
“Hurrah yourself!” retorted Jerry. “What about Ned and me?”
“It’s all right. I just left Ned, and his father says if Mr. Baker is satisfied he’ll be, so Ned can go. It rests with your mother whether you can, Jerry.”