you couldn't beat us away with a club!" And so it had been arranged
that the Rover boys should appear in court against the evildoers
whenever wanted. Then Crabtree, Sobber, and the others had been put
under lock and key in the old-fashioned country jail; and there, for
the time being, the matter had rested.

"I wish we could learn more about Crabtree's escape," remarked Tom, as
he and his brothers entered the main building of the college.

"So do I," added Sam. "Can't we telephone over to Plankville, to
Sheriff Fells?"

"More than likely the sheriff is out, hunting for Crabtree and the
others," answered Dick. "But I'll tell you what we might do-- if the
weather stays good," he added, suddenly.

"Sail to Plankville in the Dartaway?" queried both of the others.

"Yes, if Doctor Wallington will give us permission."

"He ought to-- since we are so much interested in this case," returned
Tom.

"We'll find out, as soon as the morning session is over," said the
eldest Rover boy; and then all hurried to their classes, for the final
bell had ceased to ring.

It was hard work for the boys to keep their minds on their lessons.
Dick, especially, was very serious, and for a good reason. Something
was worrying him greatly-- something of which Tom and Sam knew little.