"They want something to do," thought Randolph Rover, and set them
to work studying scientific farming, as he called it. At this
Dick made some progress, but the uncle could do nothing with Tom
and Sam. Then the last two broke loose and began to play pranks
on everybody that came along, and life became little short of a
burden to the studious Randolph and, his quiet-minded spouse.
"I must send them off to a boarding school, or somewhere,"
Randolph Rover would say, but he kept putting the matter off,
hoping against hope that he might soon hear from his lost brother.
CHAPTER II
AN ENCOUNTER ON THE ROAD
"I'll race you to the path," said Sam, when the woodshed was left
behind.
"All right," answered Tom, who was always ready to run. "Toe the
mark here. Now then -- one, two, three! Go!"
And away they went across the meadow, leaping two ditches with the
agility of a pair of deer, and tearing through the small brush
beyond regardless of the briers and the rents their nether
garments might sustain. At first Tom took the lead, but Sam
speedily overhauled and then passed him.
"It's no use -- you always could outrun me," panted Tom, as he
came to a stop when Sam crossed the footpath ten yards ahead of
him.
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