The Rover Boys in Camp; or, The Rivals of Pine Island

get dinner, and were here joined by Fred Garrison an

orge Granbury, with a beaming face. "This is like

n of Hans here," said Tom. "He

ker fefer," declared the German boy,

after this, you have got to take

urned away he took the latter's coffee and put into it about a teaspoonful of sa

red Garrison. "Never ta

his cup and downed a deep draught. It may be added that he was a German w

n youth said nothing. Th

was no goot!

s," cried

" came from George Granbury.

t out Tom. "I was reading about poison getting into

py der coffee in he

sure,

oisoned coffee

e I don'

ittle salty," came

s so I vos poisoned, sure.

son," said Tom, and handed over a small dish with jam in it, over whi

rman boy clutched the dish and took a large spoonful of the jam. But a

y mine mouth alretty! Dake it avay kvick!" And jump

"If he's burning up we had bett

enly suspicious. He caught up T

it?" He held the cup of coffee on high. "How you like dot, hey!" And

the half-empty cup to one side. "Let up, I

when the other boys had restored quietness. "

e, and took good care to keep it out of the fun-loving youth's reach. Poor Tom sopped away the spilt coffee as best he could, but it must be admitted that for the

rs, bound for various landings, and among them six Putnam Hall scholars, including our old-time acquaintances, Jack Powell, generally called Songbird

d Dick, after another handshaking had been indul

eorge Granbury. "Nothing short of a cyclone wi

rned a pair of dreamy eyes on th

hopefu

ightes

hool

l our

stud

o our

ngbird

ve us a

ird, have mercy on us, a

came from Larry. "Started to joke th

m innocently. "I had f

our friend Philliam

was the dignified reply. "I must insist o

be just as you say. I wouldn't hurt

ll me Tubby. You know

nder

t Esquire tack

r my name, if you have occasion to send me any written comm

se than he was before,"

e been tuning

erm," said Powell, who had not minded Tom's i

ou," and he made a sweeping bow to the deck. Tom spoke so earnestly t

and dignity to the academy. There is military blood in my veins, for a second cousin on my mother's side was a lieutenan

out a cannon?" asked Sam,

or such dirty work," r

with d

lice a

t think I was ev

at policing a camp is?

honor,

he streets, burn up the

t-ah-care to become a s

ith grea

are not cut out for a cor

a corporalship

I meant a se

I s

tship, then, Tubby. Anythin

sai

o be a major-general, go a

s!" cried Sam. "That sounds

with a tin-plated sword,"

low worsted epaule

rd Powell began

a dub

es Gener

you bow to

stop ev

the ch

s he come

posing a poem in your honor," cried Tom. "Yo

doggerel," cried William Phil

d over it, too! Thus doth genius receive its reward. Songbird, if I were you, I'd give

cried Tubbs, and, pushing his way through the

ool hasn't done Tubb

thinks he's the High Tu

taken down before the

y Co

aken down himself two terms before. "And when he h

al stops along the lake, the Golden Star turned in at the Ceda