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<h2 id="id00064" style="margin-top: 4em">CHAPTER II</h2> <h5 id="id00065">NEWS OF INTEREST</h5> "My boys! my boys!" Such was the cry given by Anderson Rover, when he caught sight of the occupants of the carriage, as the turnout swept up to the piazza of the comfortable farm home. "Home again! Home again Safe from a foreign shore!" sang out Tom, and leaping to the ground, he caught his father around the shoulders. "Aren't you glad to see us, father?" he went on. "Glad doesn't express it, Tom," replied the fond parent, as he embraced first one and then another. "My heart is overflowing with joy, and I thank God that you have returned unharmed, after having passed through so many grave perils. How brown all of you look!" "Tanned by the tropical sun," answered Sam. "Oh, here is Aunt Martha, and Uncle Randolph!" "Sam!" burst out the motherly aunt, as she kissed him. "Oh, how you must have suffered on that lonely island!" And then she kissed the others. "We've certainly had our fill of adventures," came from Dick, who was shaking hands with his Uncle Randolph. "And more than once we thought we should never see Valley Brook farm again." "We were real Robinson Crusoes," went on Sam. "And the girls were Robinson Crusoes, too." "Are the girls well?" questioned Mrs. Rover. "Very well, auntie. If they hadn't been we shouldn't have parted with them in San Francisco. They went back to Santa Barbara to finish their vacation." "I see. Well, it certainly was a wonderful trip. You'll have to tell us all the particulars this evening. I suppose you are as hungry as bears just now. Tom is, I'm sure." "Oh, Aunt Martha, I see you haven't forgotten my failing," piped in the youth mentioned, with a twinkle in his eye. "And do I get pie for dinner?" "Yes, Tom, and all you care to eat, too. We are going to make your home-coming a holiday." "Good!" They were soon in the house, every nook and corner of which was so familiar to them. They rushed up to their rooms, and, after a brushing and a washing up, came down to the big dining room, where the table fairly groaned with good things. "Gosh! this is a regular Christmas spread!" observed Tom, as he looked the table over. "Tell you what, Aunt Martha, I'm going to be cast away every week after this." "Oh, Tom, don't speak of it! After this you must stay right here. Neither your father nor your uncle nor myself will want to leave you out of sight." "Pooh! We can't stay home. But we'll be careful of our trips in the future, you can be sure of that." "Have you heard anything about Putnam Hall since we went away?" asked Dick, during the meal. "The academy opened again last week, Dick," answered his father. "We received a circular letter from Captain Putnam. The scarlet fever scare did not amount to much, for which the captain is very thankful." "I sent him a telegram, stating we were safe," said Sam. "I knew he would like to hear from us. The captain is a brick." "The best ever," said Tom, with his mouth full of chicken. "And ditto, Mr. Strong," put in Dick, referring to the head assistant at the Hall. "Exactly, Dick. But no more Jasper Grinders in mine," went on Tom, referring to a tyrannical teacher who had caused them much trouble, and who had been discharged from the academy, as already mentioned in "The Rover Boys in the Mountains." "Or Josiah Crabtrees," said Dick, referring to another teacher, who had been made to leave Putnam Hall, and who had wanted to marry the widow Stanhope, in an endeavor to get control of the money that was coming to Dora. Crabtree's misdeeds had landed him in prison, where he was likely to stay for some time to come. While the meal was still in progress the boys began the recital of their many adventures, and this recital was kept up until a late hour. It was astonishing how much they had to tell, and how interesting it proved to the listeners. "You might make a book of it," said Anderson Rover. "It equals our adventures in the jungles of Africa." "I am going to write it out some day," answered Dick. "And, maybe, I'll get the story printed. The trouble is, I can't end the tale properly." "How is that, Dick?" asked his Uncle Randolph. "You were all saved. Isn't that a proper ending for any book?" "Yes, but what of the villain? Baxter didn't show himself, and that is no ending at all. He should have fallen over a cliff, or been shot, or something like that." "And we should have married the three girls," put in fun-loving Tom. "That would make the story even more complete." "Well, things do not happen in real life as they do in story books," said the parent. "It is likely you will never hear of Dan Baxter again. But we may hear from his father." "His father!" exclaimed the three youths in concert. "Why, Arnold Baxter is in prison," added Sam. "He was, up to five days ago, when they took him to the hospital to undergo some sort of an operation. At the hospital the operation was postponed for a day, and during the night he slipped away from the institution and disappeared." "Well, I never!" burst out Dick. "Isn't he the slick one, though! Just when you think you've got him hard and fast, you haven't at all." "Haven't they any trace of him?" asked Sam. "None, so far as I have heard. There was a report that he had gone to New York and taken passage on a ship bound for Liverpool, but at present the ship is on the Atlantic, so the authorities can do nothing." "I hope they catch him." "We all hope that, Sam." For a few days the three boys did nothing but take it easy. It was pleasant weather, and they roamed around the farm in company with their father and their uncle, or with Alexander Pop, the colored man of work. As my old readers know, Pop had been in former days a waiter at Putnam Hall, and Dick, Tom, and Sam had befriended him on more than one occasion, for which he was extremely grateful. "Yo' boys is jes' naturally fust-class heroes," said Aleck one day. "Even if dem cannonballs had cum after yo', I don't t'ink da could have cotched yo', no, sirree!" "It's a pity you weren't along, Aleck," answered Tom. "I can't say as to dat, Master Tom. I got 'bout all de hair-raisin' times I wanted when we was in de jungles ob Africy. I'se only sorry ob one t'ing." "And what is that?" "Dat you didn't jes' go an' frow dat Dan Baxter overboard from dat ship de fust time yo' sot eyes on him. Suah as yo' am born he'll turn up some day to make moah trouble." "Well, if he turns up we'll be ready for him," returned Tom grimly. "How can yo' be ready fo' a pusson wot acts like a snake in de grass? He'll sting befo' yo' hab de chance to spot him." "We'll have to keep our eyes open, Aleck," answered the youth; and then the subject was changed. During those days the boys went fishing and bathing in the river, and also visited Humpback Falls, that spot where Sam had had such a thrilling adventure, as related in "The Rover Boys at School." "What a lot has happened since those days," said Sam, taking a deep breath. "Tom, do you remember how you got into trouble with old Crabtree the very first day we landed at Putnam Hall?" "I do, Sam; and do you remember our first meeting, on the boat, with Dan Baxter, and how we sent him about his business when he tried to annoy Nellie, and Grace, and Dora?" "Yes, indeed. Say, I am getting anxious to get back to the Hall. It seems almost like a second home." "So am I," put in Dick. "Besides, we have lost time enough from our studies. We'll have to pitch in, or we'll drop behind our classes." "Father says we can return to the Hall next Monday, if we wish." "I vote we do so." "So do I." And thus it was decided that they should return to the academy four days later. But during those four days something was to happen which would have an important bearing upon their future actions. <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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