Part 15 (1/2)

”My gracious! News from father!” gasped Tom.

”Is he really alive?” burst out Sam. ”Oh, I pray Heaven the news is true!”

”A strange message from the sea,” repeated d.i.c.k. ”I wonder what he can mean?”

”Perhaps it's a message that was picked up by some steamer,”

suggested Sam. ”Anyway, uncle wants us to come home at once.”

”He doesn't say all of us. The message is addressed to me.”

”But of course he wanted all of us to come,” put in Tom. ”Anyway, four horses couldn't hold me back!” he continued determinedly.

”Nor me,” chimed in Sam. He drew a long breath. ”If we hurry up we can catch the noon boat at Cedarville for Ithaca.”

”Yes, and the evening train for Oak Run,” finished Tom. ”Hurry up, d.i.c.k!”

d.i.c.k was willing. To tell the truth, that message had fired him as he had never been fired before. He burst into the captain's office pell-mell, with Tom and Sam on his heels, to explain the situation. Ten minutes later--and even this time seemed an age to the brothers--they were hurrying into their ordinary clothing and packing, their satchels, while Peleg Snuggers was. .h.i.tching up to take them to the landing at Cedarville.

”Good-by to you, and good luck!” shouted Frank, as they clambered into the wagon, and many other cadets set up a shout. Then the wagon rattled off. The Rover boys had turned their backs on dear old Putnam Hall for a long while to come.

CHAPTER XI

THE ROVERS REACH A CONCLUSION

For the three Rover boys the Golden Star could not make the trip from Cedarville to Ithaca fast enough. They fretted over every delay, and continually wondered if there was any likelihood of their missing the train which was to take them to Oak Run, the nearest railroad station to Valley Brook farm, their uncle's home.

But the train was not missed; instead, they had to wait half an hour for it. During this time they procured dinner, although d.i.c.k felt so strange he could scarcely eat a mouthful.

”Uncle Randolph doesn't say much,” he murmured to Tom. ”He might have said more.”

”We'll know everything before we go to bed, d.i.c.k,” answered his brother. ”I don't believe Uncle Randolph would telegraph unless the news was good.”

They indulged in all sorts of speculation, as the train sped on its way to Oak Run. When the latter place was reached it was dark, and they found Jack Ness, the hired man, waiting for them with the carriage.

”There, I knowed it,” grinned Jack. ”Mr. Rover calculated that only d.i.c.k would come, but I said we'd have 'em all.”

”And what is this news of my father?” questioned d.i.c.k.

”It's a message as was picked up off the coast of Africky,”

replied Ness. ”Mr. Rover didn't explain very clearly to me. He's a good deal excited, and so is the missus.”

”And so are we,” remarked Sam. ”Can it be that father is on his way home?”

”I calculate not, Master Sam. Leas'wise, your uncle didn't say so,” concluded the hired man.

Never had the horses made better time than they did now, and yet the boys urged Ness continually to drive faster. Swift River was soon crossed--that stream where Sam had once had such a stirring adventure--and they bowled along past the Fox and other farms.

”Here we are!” shouted d.i.c.k at last.