"I'm going to stick it out right here, and see what I can do. Are you with me? Will you stick?"
"By Jove! I will!" cried the younger brother, and their hands met in a firm clasp. Though Riverview Hall did not know it, the dawn of a better day was breaking with the advent of the Racer boys.
CHAPTER IV
ALMOST CAUGHT
Frank and Andy were preparing for bed. It was a bit early, but they were tired with their day's travel. There was no necessity for study, and, as the younger lad had said, it would be hard to read by the poor gas light. So there was nothing to do but to turn in.
"But I know what I'm going to do, if the room we are assigned to permanently has such poor light as this," said Frank as he took off his coat.
"What?" inquired Andy, pausing in the midst of the same operation.
"Get some new gas tips that will give some illumination. That's all it needs. The pipes are big enough, all it needs is new tips. I should think Dr. Doolittle would think of that."
"Oh, he's probably thinking of a Greek root or how to translate some Hindoo phrase into modern Dutch."
"I shouldn't wonder."