“He apologized for that,” explained Jerry. “Said he’d lost your addresses, and asked me to send them on.”
“Well, make mine Boxwood Hall,” said Ned.
“Same here,” came from Bob.
Several busy days followed in which last preparations were made. The boys’ plan to motor to Boxwood Hall was agreed to by the parents. As the car was a roomy one there was space in it for their trunks, as well as for themselves, and, thus taking their baggage, they would save themselves considerable trouble.
The boys had looked up the best route to take, and though the trip was something over a hundred and fifty miles, they figured that by making an early start they could reach the college in the late afternoon.
“And it’ll be a whole lot better than traveling in a stuffy train, fellows,” said Bob.
Professor Snodgrass had been written to again by the boys, who told of their automobile trip, and they mentioned the time they expected to arrive. In reply the little scientist said he would be on the lookout for them, and he again expressed his pleasure that they were going to be near him.
“He’s as jolly as a young fellow himself,” declared Jerry.
The morning for the start came, and after a substantial breakfast, at least on the part of Bob, our heroes took their places in the big touring car.