“Gee, sounds like a touch of old times!” said Jack. “Wouldn’t you like to be on the ballfield at the Hall to-day?”
“Indeed I would!” answered Gif, his eyes glistening. “How we would knock the stuffing out of Tommy Flanders and his bunch!”
“I’ll tell you, those days at Colby Hall were certainly great!” put in Spouter wistfully. “No matter what happens to me, I don’t believe I’ll ever forget the many good times we had at that school. And I’ll never forget what a good sport Colonel Colby always was!”
“Never a better man!” declared Fred. “And never a better school. It’s too bad we had to graduate. I’d like to go back for another year or two.”
“Wow! Listen to him, will you?” exclaimed Jack. “Did you ever hear the like! A fellow wanting to go back to school!”
“I’ll bet you’d like to go back yourself, Jack,” was the quick retort.
“So I would! But not to do any studying. I’d like to be on the ballfield for a game or two, and I’d like to be in command of the battalion during a drill and a parade, and maybe for a week or two in camp. But no more school books, thank you!”
“Oh, well, let’s forget it!” cried Fred, and then, with a sly look at his oldest cousin, he began to hum softly:
“Down on the ocean bottom, boys;
Down on the ocean bottom!”