"Of dot is so, ve besser run pack und stop udder carriages from
comin' dis vay," broke in Hans Mueller quickly. "Listen to dot!"

They all listened, and heard merry cries of laughter and carriage
wheels rapidly approaching.

"A carriage--with ladies!" gasped Sam. "Come on and stop them!"
And away he, dusted up the hill, as well as his short legs would
carry him. Hans, Larry, and several others followed. They had
barely gained the top of the hill when a large carryall belonging
to John Laning appeared. In the carryall were the farmer and his
two charming daughters, and, Mrs. Stanhope, who was his
sister-in-law, and her daughter Dora. Mrs. Laning was also
present, along with several neighbors.

"Hi, whoa! stop!" yelled Sam. "Stop!"

"Hurrah for Putnam Hall!" cried Grace Laning, waving a tiny flag
toward Sam, which made the younger Rover blush.

"Glad to be able to congratulate you, Sam!" said Dora Stanhope.
"Where are the other members of the football team?"

"Just ahead -- down by the gully. You mustn't drive down here, for
the bridge is down."

"Bridge down!" ejaculated John Laning. "Darwell said he was going
to mend it this week, but I saw no sign up at the cross-roads."