It was to be many a day before the boys would see the
place again.
CHAPTER V
ON THE WAY TO PUTNAM HALL
"I don't think we'll want to send word to Aunt Martha to be taken
back," observed Sam, who sat on the driver's seat with the hired
man.
"Neither do I," returned Tom. "To be sure, we have a nice enough
home here, but it's dreadfully slow."
"There is no telling what may be in store for us," joined in Dick.
"Don't you remember how Fred Garrison fared at Holly School? That
institution sent out a splendid circular, and when Fred got there
they almost starved him to death."
"That is true. Where is Fred now?"
"I don't know."
"Mr. Colby wouldn't recommend Putnam Hall if it wasn't all right,"
remarked Tom. "Jack, whip up the team, or we'll miss that train."
"They are going putty well now, Master Tom," replied the driver.
The trunks had gone on ahead, and when they reached the depot at
Oak Run they found old Ricks grumbling because no one was there to
check them.
"Do you reckon I'm going to be responsible for everybody's
baggage?" he snarled as Dick approached him.
"I'll check them as soon as I can get tickets," answered Dick
curtly.
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