Each had his story to tell, and Sam and Shadow listened with eager interest while Dave told of his long trip across the Pacific, and his many adventures since he had left the academy.
"Sounds almost like a fairy tale," declared Sam. "I'd like to see something of the world myself."
The carryall made another turn and came in sight of the river, dotted here and there with small craft. Along the shore grew some bushes and a few trees.
"I see some of the fellows are out rowing," observed Dave. "I'd like to go out myself some day, before it gets too cold."
The carryall was passing a point where the road was considerably higher than the surface of the stream. Dave had bitten into a second apple, that proved to be wormy. Now he leaned out of the carryall and sent the fruit spinning down through the bushes toward the river.
"Hi! hi!" came back a voice from the shore below. "Who hit me?"
"Gracious, I must have hit somebody!" exclaimed Dave. "I didn't mean to do it."
"What's the matter?" demanded the driver, pulling his team in.
"You needn't stop," answered Ben. "Dave threw an apple away, that's all."