“Are you staying in Boston?” asked Sam, somewhat curiously.
“No, we are bound for a trip up the coast to——”
“Shut up, Jerry, don’t tell ’em where we are going,” interrupted Larkspur. “It’s none of their business.”
“Some day we’ll get after you,” said Dick. “Now we’ve got to leave you,” he added, as the car conductor called out the name of Varmolet street, as Dick had requested him to do.
“You keep your distance!” shouted Koswell after the Rover boys.
“We are not afraid of you!” added Larkspur, and then the car went on again, and the two former students of Brill were lost to view.
“They are off on some kind of a trip,” said Sam. “Evidently they have quite some money.”
“More money than brains,” returned Tom, bluntly. “If their folks don’t take ’em in hand, they’ll both end up in prison some day.”
“Koswell mentioned a trip up the coast,” said Dick. “They must be going up to Portland and Casco Bay, or further.”
“I’d like to go to Casco Bay myself,” said Sam. “It’s a beautiful spot, with its islands. Tom Favor was telling me all about it. He spent three summers there.”