"And it suits me, too," put in Tom Rover, addressing both of
his brothers. "I like it ten times better than staying on Uncle
Randolph's farm."

"But I can't say that I like it better than life at Putnam Hall,"
smiled Sam Rover, as he threw over the tiller of the little
yacht. "I'm quite anxious to meet Captain Putnam and Fred,
Frank, and Larry again."

"Oh, so am I," answered Tom Rover. "But an outing on the Hudson
is just the best of a vacation. By the way, I wonder if all f
our old friends will be back?"

"Most of them will be."

"And our enemies?"

"Dan Baxter won't come back," answered Dick seriously. "He ran
away to Chicago with two hundred dollars belonging to his father,
and I guess that's the end of him -- so far as Putnam Hall and we
are concerned. What a bully was!"

"I feel it in my bones, Dick, that we'll meet Dan Baxter again,"
came from Sam Rover.

"Don't you remember that in that note he left when he ran away he
said he would take pains to get square with us some day?"

"He was a big blower, Sam," put in Tom. "I am not afraid of him.
An his chum, Mumps, was a regular sneak coward. I hope Putnam