"That'll be great," declared both boys.
"Then you think you would like to go, do you?"
"Yes, sir, I think it will be just the place for us," answered Bob and Jack said the same.
"All right then, we'll consider it settled and I'll write to the president the first thing in the morning as the term opens the seventeenth."
The boys talked about it for a long time that night, after they were in bed, and the more they thought about it, the more anxious they were to go.
Friday morning came, and after a final sail in the Sprite, she was pulled into the boathouse and made snug for the winter. Needless to say, the cells were taken to Skowhegan for safe keeping. By noon, the Roost was ready to be closed, and after lunch, they left for their town home, the boys on their motorcycles and the rest of the family in the car.
"This has been a splendid summer," declared Bob, as they were about to start, "in spite of all the trouble we've had, and I've had more excitement than I expected to have all my life."
"That's so," agreed Jack and then added soberly, "we certainly ought to be very thankful that everything turned out so well."
One day, about a week after they came down from the lake, Mr. Golden said, at the supper table:
"Mr. Jenkins was in the bank today and said that Fred and Will were coming home tomorrow, and that he had decided to send them to the same college where you're going."