The Rover Boys on the River; Or, The Search for the Missing Houseboat

rch back to Putnam Hal

ed. Already the tents had been taken down, the baggage strapped, and six big wagons

turn to the academy by another. All was bustle and excitement,

n't you know," came from that aristocra

asked Tom, who was near by, pu

I-ah-tell you not to address me as Tubl

use, it shan't occur

h, Rover, pl

wrong,

it is bad enough," si

one of my wa

a walking shoe

this morning," put in Sam, with a wink.

uch a joke, Sam," cam

sang out Songbird Powell, the so-styled "poet

a dub

e on th

the othe

in yo

k in yo

the bumble

in Washtub's honor," sang out Fred Garrison. "Wash

r filthy lucre," same from Powell,

enny r

big ti

er finds

ne at

orm i

e a hull

p that could be heard a

e Harry Moss, whose shoes were several sizes

I'll cut Tubstand a sandal wi

tors. In the end he found another shoe, but it was not the one he wanted, for that had b

o take the balance of that afternoon and all of the next day. During the night they were to camp

at vicinity. They headed directly for the village of Bramley, and then for another small settlement named White C

king of this to his brother Dick. "They might rather cal

supplied to the cadets by the hotel keeper, w

the stables of the hotel watched them curious

esterday who was awful

a, eh?" returne

n that; I mean h

as the

nk he had been sent away from th

was hi

Fla

he had gone ho

. He turned to the hotel youth.

ked the boss when yo

e her

left las

did he

ll you about the fellow. I think he is

ention an

bitter against three

um

rs here?" wen

nd there is the third," and Tom pointed to Dick, who

s! How strange that I sho

his Lew Flapp go

way you a

make trouble for us on

o

t unlike

ain Putnam of this?

thers. Then we can keep our eyes peeled for Lew F

e subject, and then they told Larry Colby, Fred G

e is only talking, that's all. He knows well enough tha

s were speedily put up, and half a dozen camp-fires started, making the boys feel quite at home. The

feel cold and want you

Mueller, the

oldt mid der borometer apout two hundred by der shade

d!" cried Sam. "Let u

m half a dozen. "Get

ans, who had been tossed up before. "I stay py der

of an adjoining cornfield, where a rough-and-tumble sc

been no footsball game nohow! Git off, som

m, now, Hans

an cadet, and shook his fist at his tormentor.

ar went up. "Hans, is it true that you eat sau

as dree dimes a veek," a

se when his birthday comes," put in Fred Garriso

at Limberger,"

groaned sever

through the cornfield and back to the camp-fire once more, where he was made to sit so close to the blaze that the perspiration pour

mer," said Tom. a little later, when the cadets were getting ready to reti

a little before we l

we do? Nearly everything has bee

a plan

t; let's

Tubby up whil

. But where are we to

rks in the camp-fire, and burnt cork i

lar negro minstrel. And that's not all. After the job is done we'll

ll waited impatiently for Tubbs to retire. This h

Sam, and led the way to ca