Stanhope next week," he declared
bitterly. "I would give almost all I'm worth to stop that
wedding."
"Gracious, but you do think a heap of Dora!" said Tom slyly.
"Well, I don't blame you. She is a splendid girl -- eh, Sam?"
"That's right," answered Sam.
"But, Dick, why not put up a job on old Crabtree?"
"What kind of a job?"
"Find out just when he wants to get married and then send him a
letter from Yale or some other college, requesting him to come on
at once if he wants a certain position. That will cause another
delay, and maybe Mrs. Stanhope will get sick of him."
"Oh, if only we could do something like that!" cried his elder
brother quickly. "I wish I could send him away out West."
"We'll manage it somehow --" put in Tom.
"Sam, what wonderful ideas you have for your years!"
"Oh; I take after my big brothers," answered the youngest Rover
modestly.
Late in the evening a telegram was received from Captain Putnam:
"Remain in Ithaca over night, at the American House. Will send
word how to get here in the morning."
"The American House!" ejaculated Dick. "That is where old
Crabtree is stopping."
"If only we can have some fun with the old chap!" sighed Tom.
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