"Whoop! Sam! Where bound in such a hurry, child?" came the unexpected call from a nearby field, and Tom vaulted the rail fence lightly. "Taking the morning air, like myself?"
"Tom!" gasped the younger brother, coming to a halt. He ran up closer and gave the other a quick look. Tom's eyes were as bright as they had ever been. "Are you feeling all right this morning?" he faltered.
"Best I've felt in a long time, Sam. Say, were you coming after me?" demanded Tom, quickly.
"Yes, if you want to know."
"Thought I was going to run away, eh? Well, you're mistaken, Sammy, my son. I'm not going to do anything of the sort. You know how bad I felt yesterday."
"You certainly were bad yesterday. But come on, it's time for breakfast."
"All right, Sam," and the two walked to the college side by side. "Say, I did some queer things yesterday, didn't I?" went on the fun-loving Rover, anxiously.
"You certainly did, Tom."
"Got Spud and Stanley in a regular mess."
"Worse than that. They were in danger of their lives."