"Right you are, Dick," came from Sam Rover, the youngest of the
three brothers. "I'd rather be here than up to the farm, even if
Uncle Randolph and Aunt Martha are kind and considerate. The farm
is so slow -"

"While here we have our full share of adventures and more,"
finished Tom. "I wonder what will happen to us this term? The
other terms kept us mighty busy, didn't they?"

"I'm not looking for any more outside adventures," said Dick, with
a serious shake of his head. "Our enemies have been disposed of,
and I don't want, to hear of or see them again."

"Nor I -- but we'll hear of them, nevertheless, mark my words.
The Baxters won't leave us rest. They are a hard crowd, and Buddy
Girk is just as bad," finished Tom.

It was the opening of the spring term at Putnam Hall Military
Academy, and the three Rover boys had just come up from Cedarville
in the carryall, driven by Peleg Snuggers, the general-utility man
of the place. Their old chums, Frank Harrington, Fred Garrison,
Larry Colby, and a number of others, had already arrived, so the
boys did not lack for company. As they entered the spacious
building genial Captain Putnam greeted each with a hearty
handshake, and a pleasant word also came to them from George
Strong, the head assistant.

For the benefit of those who have not read the other books of this
series, entitled "The Rover Boys at School" and "The Rover Boys
on the Ocean," I would state that the Rover boys were three in