“That is by railroad,” was the reply. “It’s a little longer by road, as we have to skirt Lake Carmona. But if I know anything about you motor boys I know you won’t be long.”
“Indeed not!” cried Ned.
“Do you think we’ll be too late for supper?” asked Bob, and neither of his chums rebuked him.
“Well, I’m afraid it is a little late for the usual meal,” said the professor. “But I can invite you into my own residence and we will dine together. I shall like that above all things. Don’t worry about eating, Bob.”
“I won’t now, Professor,” and the stout youth sighed in relief.
They went back to the automobile, the boys looking with some curiosity at the lighted buildings of the military academy.
“That’s some place!” exclaimed Ned.
“Yes, it is considered a very good school,” the professor said, “but they are absolutely nil when it comes to zoology. They do not give half the proper attention to it. At Boxwood Hall it is made a specialty, though I have also to lecture on other subjects. And now boys, tell me all about yourselves and your adventures.”
“First take off your wet shoes,” directed Jerry, as Professor Snodgrass entered the tonneau of the automobile. “You can wrap your feet in some blankets. It’s quite chilly to-night.”