The Rover Boys in New York | Page 2

put in Dick
Rover.
"Do you remember the ride we gave Dora and Nellie, when we rescued
them from Sobber, Crabtree, and the others?" asked Tom.
"Not likely to forget that in a hurry," answered his big brother. "By the
way, I wonder when the authorities will try those rascals?"
"Not right away, I'm thinking, Dick," answered Tom. "The law is rather
slow up here in these back counties."
"Never mind-- they will get what is coming to them sooner or later,"
was Sam's comment.

"Abduction is rather a serious offense."
"Right you are," answered Dick. "And I'll be glad to see Crabtree,
Sobber, and our other enemies behind the bars. Then they won't be able
to bother us any more."
"That will he the end of Sobber's efforts to annex the Stanhope
fortune," mused Sam. "How hard he did try to get it away from Mrs.
Stanhope and the girls!"
"I shouldn't have minded that had he used fair methods, Sam," returned
the big brother. "But when it came to stealing and abducting----"
"Hello, you fellows!" shouted a voice from behind the Rover boys.
"Plotting mischief?"
"Not just now, Stanley," answered Dick, as his college chum caught
him by the shoulder and swung him around playfully.
"Want to go for a row on the river?" asked Stanley Browne.
"Not just now, Stanley. I've got a lecture to attend, and this afternoon
we are going over to Hope in the biplane."
"Wish I had a flying machine," said the student, wistfully.
"Better swap the boat for one," suggested Sam.
"No, I think rowing is safer. Some day, if you are not careful, you'll get
an awful tumble from that machine."
"We try to be as careful as possible," answered Dick. "Seriously,
though, Stanley, I don't care for flying as much as I thought I would."
"Is that so? Now, I thought you were planning a honeymoon trip by
aeroplane. Think of the novelty of it!"
"No, a steamboat or a parlor car will be good enough for me, when I go
on a honeymoon trip," answered Dick, and for a very good reason he

blushed deeply.
"Hello, William Philander Tubbs!" cried Tom, as a tall, dudish-looking
student crossed the college campus. "What's the price of eggs this
morning?"
"What is that, Tom?" questioned the stylishly-dressed youth, as he
turned in the direction of the others.
"I asked what was the price of eggs?" said Tom, innocently.
"The-- er-- the price of eggs? How should I know?" stammered
William Philander Tubbs" in astonishment.
"Weren't you in the chicken business once?"
"Gracious me! No, Tom, no!"
"Funny I made the mistake-- and I want to know the price of eggs the
worst way," went on the fun-loving Rover, innocently.
"What do you want to know the price of eggs for?" questioned William
Philander, curiously.
"Why, you see, we've got a new problem in geometry to solve, and the
price of eggs will help out," continued Tom, looking very serious.
"What is it, Tom?"
"It's this, Tubby, my boy. If the diameter of an egg ten degrees west of
its North Pole is two and eleven-tenths inches, what is the value of the
shell unfilled? I thought you might help me out on that."
"Tom, you are poking fun at me!" cried the dudish student, as a snicker
went up from the other youths. "And please don't call me Tubby, I beg
of you," pleaded William Philander.
"All right, Billy Gander," murmured Tom. "It shan't occur again."

"Billy Gander! That is worse than Tubby!" groaned the dudish youth.
"Oh, you are awful!" he added, and strode off, trying to look very
indignant.
"Poor Tubbs, I wonder if he will ever be sensible and get over his
dudish ways," was Dick's comment.
"I doubt it-- for it seems to be born in him," returned Sam.
"But he's a good sort with it all," ventured Stanley Browne.
"First-rate," agreed Tom. "But I-- well, I simply can't help poking fun
at him when he's around, he's such a dandy, and so lordly in his
manner."
"Here comes Songbird!" interrupted Sam. "And, see, he is writing
verses, as usual. I wonder----"
"Look!" exclaimed Dick. "Oh! There's a collision for you!"
William Philander Tubbs had started across the campus with his head
high in the air. He was looking to one side and did not notice the
approach of another student, who was coming forward thoughtfully,
carrying a pad in one hand and writing as he walked. There was a
sudden meeting of the pair, and the pad fell to the ground and with it
the fancy headgear the dudish student was wearing.
"Oh, I-- er-- I beg your pardon, really I do, don't you know!"
stammered William Philander.
"Great Hannibal's tombstone!" spluttered the other student. "What are
you trying to