"Do you suppose we'll get another challenge from the Rockville Military Academy?"
"Sure we will," burst out Shadow. "They'll want to wipe out the defeat of last year."
"Gus Plum has organized a football team of his own," observed Sam. "He has got Poole and a lot of new students in it. They call themselves the Arrows, and one boy told me they were going to have suits with arrows embroidered on them."
"By the way, what of Chip Macklin?" asked Dave.
"He is around and as bright as a button," answered Sam. "It is simply wonderful what a change there is in that chap since he cut away from Plum."
"Oh, look at the apples!" cried out Ben, as the carryall made a turn in the road. He pointed to a tree in a field loaded with the fruit. "Wish I had one."
"You won't get any there," declared Shadow. "That's Mike Marcy's field and he keeps any number of dogs."
"Well, I never!" burst out Sam, feeling down under the seat. "If you hadn't spoken I should have forgotten them entirely." He brought out a bag containing a dozen big red apples. "I bought them while we were waiting for the train. Here, boys, help yourselves." And he passed them around.
"Thank you, Sam," said Dave, as he bit into one of the apples. "This is fine." And the others said the same.