“Good-by, boys. I wish all of you the best of luck.”
It was Colonel Colby who spoke as he shook hands with the Rover boys and a number of the other cadets.
“Good-by, Colonel. I hope we see you again some time,” returned Jack.
“You must come and visit us at our home when you can get time,” put in Fred.
“I will certainly come when I can get away,” was the reply from the master of the school.
Breakfast was at an end and all was bustle and confusion as the cadets were hurrying in all directions, suitcases in hand, ready to leave the Hall. Many were going away in automobiles which lined one side of the campus drive. Others were to go to the Haven Point railroad station. A motor truck had already taken two loads of trunks away and was now back for a third.
“Good-by, fellows!” cried Gif. “Hope you have a good time.” He and Spouter had arranged to go up on the coast of Maine with Dan Soppinger and their folks.
“Good-by!” cried the Rovers, and a few minutes later had entered the touring car which was to take them away.
“Here is something to remember us by!” shouted Spouter gayly, and threw a bunch of confetti over the Rovers.
“And here is something to remember me by!” yelled Andy, as the car moved away and he hurled an old shoe he had picked up at Spouter, catching that cadet in the stomach, causing him to give a grunt of surprise. Then the touring car rolled out of the grounds, all of the boys waving their hands as the place faded from their sight.