"I don't know—perhaps, after a while—when they think I will drop the charge against them."
"Perhaps they are too scared to come back," said Phil.
"They are bad eggs," murmured Dave. But how bad, he was still to learn. He was to meet Merwell and Jasniff again, and what that pair did to injure him and those he so dearly loved will be told in another volume of this series, to be entitled: "Dave Porter on Cave Island; or, A Schoolboy's Mysterious Mission." In that book we shall meet Dave and many others of our characters again, and learn the particulars of a happening at Crumville that was as dismaying as it was perplexing.
"Well, let us forget Merwell and Jasniff," said Roger. "Say, that hockey victory has made me feel two years younger."
"That and a letter he got from Laura," murmured Phil.
"Humph, as if I didn't see the letter you got from Belle Endicott," retorted the senator's son.
"Dave got a letter, too—from Jessie," went on Phil. "Perhaps——"
"Hi, you fellows, get through grinding, and come for a skate!" shouted Ben, bursting into the dormitory. "The ice was never better."
"That's the talk!" cried Dave, throwing down his Latin grammar. "First fellow to get his skates on gets a ginger snap!"
And off he ran, with the others at his heels. And here for the present we will say good-by to Dave Porter, his chums, and his rivals.