hundred got away. Why, William Philander, I wouldn't go within
twenty-five miles of Atlantic City if I were you," concluded Spud.

"Oh, how ridiculous!" responded the dudish student. Nevertheless, he
looked much worried. "Of course, they do report a sea serpent now and
then."

"Well, you haven't got to believe it, Billy," answered Tom. "At the
same time, you'll be a fine specimen of a college boy if you come back
next Fall minus an arm and a leg. How on earth are you going to any of
the fashionable dances in that condition?" And at this, there was a
general snicker, in the midst of which William Philander arose, caught
up his dresssuit case, and fled to another car.

"You can bet that will hold William Philander for awhile," remarked
Sam. "He won't dare to put as much as a toe in the water at Atlantic
City until he is dead sure it is safe."

"Humph! William Philander isn't one of the kind to go into the water,"
sniped Tom. "He belongs to the crowd that get into fancy bathing
costumes, and then parades up and down on the sand, just to be
admired."

It was not long before the Junction was reached, and here the Rovers
had to part from a number of their friends. A fifteen-minute wait, and
then their train came along. It was not more than half full, so the
students had all the room they desired.

"I must say, the farm will look pretty good to me," remarked Tom, when
the time came for them to collect their belongings.