"What's the matter with keeping it up?" added Spud. "Don't let him
know the truth. Maybe some day we can drag him out on the diamond."

"All right," answered Tom. "I'll do it;" and then, as the bell rang
for breakfast, all of the students hurried inside.

Some days passed, and during that time the Rover boys waited anxiously
for some news from their brother Dick, and also for word from Hope
Seminary. In the meantime, the lads had settled down to the usual
grind of college life, and were doing as well as could be expected
considering the interruptions their studies had suffered.

The Rover boys had already learned that the bridge across the Paxton
River had been repaired. The automobile, which had gone into the
stream, had been found intact, only needing some cleaning to make it
once more useable. It had been taken to the hotel garage. The young
man, who had been thrown into the stream at the time, was still in bed
under the doctor's care. Evidently, the shock to his system had been
more severe than had been at first supposed.

"Letters at last!" cried Tom, on the third morning, as he came in,
holding up several epistles. One was from Grace, another from Nellie,
and still a third from Dick.

As might have been expected, the boys opened the letters from the
girls first.

"Nothing new in this," remarked Tom, somewhat disappointedly, after
having read what Nellie had written. "She says that the diamond ring