“I hope we can room together,” said Ned.
“We’ll have connecting rooms,” Jerry said. “Mother wrote to the matron, a Mrs. Eastman, and she wrote back that there were three nice rooms in the main dormitory of Borton we could have. So mother clinched them for us. Mother’s a bit fussy about rooms, and I guess I’m glad she is.”
“Say, that will be swell all right!” exclaimed Bob.
“All to the merry!” chimed in Ned.
A little farther along they passed the place where they had put out the automobile fire some time previously.
“I wonder what ever became of Mr. Hobson—was that his name, the fellow we saved?” asked Ned, musingly.
“That was it—Samuel Hobson,” affirmed Jerry. “Didn’t I tell you I had a card from him?”
“No,” replied his chums.
“Well, I had. A souvenir card from San Francisco. He’s out there on business, but expects to come East again. He said he’d write a letter when he had time. Sent his regards to all of you.”
“It’s a wonder he wouldn’t drop us a line,” grumbled Bob.