“That’s just it! If we don’t, we don’t!” answered Fred. “And that means if we don’t graduate we don’t get any very remarkable vacation. Perhaps they’ll send us up on the farm, to take it easy with Aunt Martha and Uncle Randolph.”
“Wow! Think of spending a whole summer in that out-of-the-way place!” moaned Randy.
The Rover boys had separated from their chums and were walking along a road which ran some distance behind the school. They were in no hurry to get back to the Hall, having half an hour to spare before the mid-day meal. It was unusually sultry, and now the boys heard the distant rumble of thunder and noticed that some heavy clouds were appearing on the horizon to the westward.
“We’re going to have a shower, and that very soon,” announced Jack. “Better hit it up and get to the school before we get wet.”
The boys were making rapid progress and had almost reached a back road running to the outbuildings of the school when the first drops of rain commenced to come down. At the same time they heard the toot of an automobile horn and a roadster carrying two men came whirling along the highway. The four Rovers stepped aside to let the car pass. As it came closer the roadster slowed up. Evidently the two men were strangers to that locality for they looked around as if trying to find some signboard.
“Is this the road to Haven Point?” called out one of the men. As he did so the second man, after a glance at the boys, suddenly turned his face away from them.
“It is,” answered Fred. “Keep straight ahead for about three-quarters of a mile.”
Upon hearing this the driver of the car put on speed and the roadster was soon lost in the distance.
“What’s the matter, Jack?” exclaimed Randy, as the car passed from sight. “What are you staring at?”