Part 3 (2/2)
”Hurrah! One down!” came from Bob Nixon good-naturedly, and then the chauffeur picked up a large chunk of snow and threw it high in the air, to land directly on Randy's shoulder.
”Great pyramids of Egypt!” gasped Randy. ”Is that a snowslide?” For some of the snow had filled his ear and gone down his neck.
”Oh, we didn't begin this, you know,” cried the chauffeur gleefully.
”Come on, Shout; let's show 'em what the older generation can do.” And then he picked up another chunk of snow and hurled it at Andy, nearly burying that youth while he was endeavoring to regain his feet.
”Hi! Hi you!” spluttered Andy. ”We went in for s...o...b..lling. We didn't go in for avalanches.”
”When you start something, always be sure you can finish it,” admonished Bob Nixon. And then he picked up a third chunk of snow; but before he could make use of it the Rover twins had dived out of sight around a corner of the school building.
”I guess that's the time we got the worst of it,” remarked Andy ruefully.
”And maybe we deserved it,” was Randy's ready response. ”Come on and s...o...b..ll some of the other cadets.”
A number were willing, and an impromptu s...o...b..lling battle took place which lasted the best part of a quarter of an hour. Then one of the teachers came out and ordered the youths upstairs, for this was the study hour.
On Sundays such of the cadets as desired to do so were permitted to attend one or another of the churches in Haven Point. All of the Rovers went to church, and there met, not only Mary and Martha, but also Ruth Stevenson, May Powell, and some of the other girls.
”Well, Jack, I suppose this snowy weather puts you in mind of the time you went to my Uncle Barney's place on Snowshoe Island,” remarked Ruth Stevenson, with a bright smile at the young captain, who, of course, was dressed in his best uniform.
”That's what it does, Ruth,” he answered. ”And, my, what a good time we did have! How is your uncle getting along?”
”Very well indeed. He is a changed man since he stopped quarreling with my folks and since it has been proved that Snowshoe Island is really and truly his property.”
”I'm glad we were able to help the old man.”
”Have you decided on what you intend to do during the coming holidays?”
continued the girl from Clearwater Hall.
”Not exactly, Ruth. More than likely we'll go home with the girls and spend some time with our mothers. They probably feel pretty lonely now that our dads have gone to Europe.”
”Yes, I can imagine how that must be.”
”You girls ought to come down with Mary and Martha.”
”We're talking of doing that,” put in May Powell. ”You see, we wanted them to come up to my house first, and then Ruth wanted them. But as their mothers are now all alone in New York they thought it best that we should spend the time down there. We could have something of a house party, and that would help cheer the older folks up.”
”A good idea!” came from Fred. ”Do it by all means!”
”Yes, you girls can have a fine time in New York during the winter holidays,” added Randy.
”I suppose you boys will want to go off hunting,” said May, pouting a little. ”I wish I was a boy and could do that!”
”Gee! I wish we could go off hunting, like we did that time at Snowshoe Island,” cried Randy wistfully. ”Such an outing would suit me right down to the ground.”
”Gif Garrison said something a few days ago about going off on a hunt,”
remarked Fred. ”He says his father some years ago bought a place known as Cedar Lodge. He didn't tell me very much about it. In fact, he acted quite mysteriously.”
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