The Rover Boys in Business | Page 2

up a number of sheets of
paper, Sam thrust them in the drawer of the writing-table.
"By the way, it's queer we didn't get any letter to-day from Dick," the
youngest Rover observed.
At the mention of their brother's name, Tom's face clouded a little.
"It is queer, Sam, and I must say I don't like it. I think this is a case
where no news is bad news. I think if everything was going along all
right in New York, Dick would surely let us know. I am afraid he is
having a good deal of trouble in straightening out Dad's business."

"Just the way I look at it," responded Sam, as the brothers prepared to
leave the room.
"One thing is sure, Pelter, Japson & Company certainly did all they
could to mix matters up, and I doubt very much if they gave Dad all
that was coming to him."
"I believe I made a mistake in coming back to college," pursued Tom,
as the two boys walked out into the corridor, where they met several
other students on the way to the dining hall. "I think I ought to have
given up college and gone to New York City to help Dick straighten
out that business tangle. Now that Dad is sick again, the whole
responsibility rests on Dick's shoulders, and he ought not to be made to
bear it alone."
"Well, if you feel that way, Tom, why don't you break away and go? I
think, perhaps, it would be not only a good thing for Dick, but it would,
also, be a good thing for you," and, for the moment, Sam looked very
seriously at his brother.
Tom reddened a bit, and then put his forefinger to his forehead. "You
mean it would help me here?" And then, as Sam nodded, he added: "Oh,
don't you worry. I am all right now, my head doesn't bother me a bit.
But I do wish I could get just one good chance at Pelter for the crack
that rascal gave me on the head with the footstool."
"It certainly was a shame to let him off, Tom, hut you know how father
felt about it. He was too sick to be worried by a trial at law and all
that."
"Yes, I know, but just the same, some day I am going to square
accounts with Mr. Jesse Pelter," and Tom shook his head determinedly.
Passing down the broad stairway of Brill College, the two Rover boys
made their way to the dining hall. Here the majority of the students
were rapidly assembling for the evening meal, and the lads found
themselves among a host of friends.

"Hello, Songbird! How are you this evening?" cried Tom, as he
addressed a tall, scholarly-looking individual who wore his hair rather
long. "Have you been writing any poetry to-day?"
"Well,-- er-- not exactly, Tom," muttered John Powell, otherwise
known as Songbird because of his numerous efforts to compose what
he called poetry. "But I have been thinking up a few rhymes."
"When are you going to get out that book of poetry?"
"What book is that, Tom?"
"Why, as if you didn't know! Didn't you tell me that you were going to
get up a volume of 'Original International Poems for the Grave and
Gay;' five hundred pages, fully illustrated; and bound in full leather,
with title in gold, and "Tom, Tom, now please stop your fooling!"
pleaded Songbird, his face flushing. "Just because I write a poem now
and then doesn't say that I am going to publish a book."
"No, but I'm sure you will some day, and you'll make a fortune out of
it-- or fifteen dollars, anyway."
"The same old Tom!" cried a merry voice, and another student clapped
the fun-loving Rover on the shoulder. "I do believe you would rather
joke than eat!"
"Not on your life, Spud! and I'll prove it to you right now!" and linking
his arm through that of Will Jackson, otherwise "Spud," Tom led the
way to one of the tables, with Sam and several of the other students
following.
"What is on the docket for to-night?" asked Songbird, as he fell to
eating.
"Tom and I are going to take a little run in the auto to Hope," answered
Sam.
"Oh, I see!" Songbird Powell shut one eye knowingly. "Going up there

to see the teachers, I suppose!"
"Sure, that is what they always do!" came from Spud, with a wink.
"Sour grapes, Spud!" laughed Sam. "You would go there yourself if
you had half a chance."
"Yes, and Songbird would want to go along, too, if we were bound for
the Sanderson cottage," put in Tom. "You see, in Songbird's eyes,
Minnie Sanderson is just the nicest girl----"
"Now stop it,