"You go around to Carson's livery stable. He'll take you over to the college," answered Mr. Striker.
The livery stable was but a short distance away and they found the proprietor on hand, reading a newspaper and smoking his pipe.
"It's a wonder you wouldn't have a rig over at the depot, to meet the main trains," grumbled Tom.
"'Twouldn't pay," answered Neal Carson. "I tried it once, and earned two dollars and a half in two weeks. Folks that want me can come here for me."
"Well, we want to get to Brill College," said Dick.
"All right, but it will cost you fifty cents each."
"Very well."
The livery stable keeper hustled around and soon had a team ready. The boys were glad enough to take it easy in the carriage, and on the way to college but little was said.
"Rather late, young gentlemen," remarked Professor Blackie, sharply, as they entered.
"We had an accident, Professor," returned Dick.