As soon as they were out of sight, Tom threw up both, hands in
mock tragedy, "Alack, Horatio, this excitement killeth me!" he
cried in a stage whisper. "Sent blackberrying to keep us out of
mischief! Sam, what are we coming to?"
"Well, it's better than moping around doing nothing. For my part,
I am glad we are to go to boarding school, and the sooner the
better. But I would like to know where to?"
"If only we were going to a military academy!"
"Hurrah! Just the thing! But no such luck. Get the berry
baskets and let us be off. By the way, where is Dick?"
"Gone to the village for the mail. There he, comes down the road
now," and Tom pointed to a distant path back of the meadows.
The two boys hurried into a woodshed behind the large farmhouse
and procured a basket and two tin pails. With these in hand they
set off in the direction of the berry patch, situated along the
path that Dick Rover was pursuing, their intention being to head
off their brother and see if he had any letters for them.
Of the three Rover boys, Richard, commonly called Dick, was the
eldest. He was sixteen, tall, slender, and had dark eyes and dark
hair. He was a rather quiet boy, one who loved to read and study,
although he was not above having a good time now and then, when
felt like "breaking loose," as Tom expressed it.
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