Ned, Bob and Jerry at Boxwood Hall; Or, The Motor Boys as Freshmen Read online

  CHAPTER V

  GOOD NEWS

  Blank looks replaced those of pleasant anticipation on the faces ofNed, Bob and Jerry. Slowly they glanced at one another, then Ned burstout with:

  “Say, Dad, that’s all wrong! Don’t be so hard on us. If we have togo to college the best one in the world for us will be Boxwood Hall,because we’ll have such a good friend in Professor Snodgrass.”

  “And we won’t go off bug hunting with him--at least not very often,”said Jerry. “We won’t have time, nor will he. And you can see byhis letter that he’s done with bugs. He’s making a collection ofbutterflies now.”

  “That’s just as bad,” said Mrs. Hopkins, with a smile at her son.“Butterflies will lead you farther afield.”

  “There won’t be many more butterflies this year,” Ned remarked. “ThoughI suppose there may be a few late ones up around Fordham that theprofessor will bag in his net. But, really, we won’t waste any time onthem. Let us go to Boxwood Hall, and we’ll buckle down to hard study.”

  “We can go in for athletics though; can’t we?” asked Bob. “They have aswell football eleven and a dandy baseball nine at Boxwood Hall.”

  “Oh, we haven’t any objections to sports, if you don’t go in for themtoo heavily,” said Mr. Baker. “What do you say?” and he glanced at thedepartment store proprietor and at Mrs. Hopkins. “Shall we let the boyshave their way?”

  “Let’s consider it farther,” suggested Mr. Slade. “We’ll write to--letme see--Dr. Anderson Cole is the college president,” he went on,referring to the catalogue. “We’ll write to him and see what sort ofarrangements can be made.”

  “We could start in with the fall term,” observed Jerry. “Boxwooddoesn’t open as early as some of the other colleges.”

  “We’ll see about it,” said his mother.

  “I’ll write the letters,” offered the banker. “My stenographer isn’toverworked, and I will get her at them the first thing in the morning.And I guess that ends the conference, for the time being,” he concluded.

  “Then may we go?” asked his son. “We are going out in the motor boat.”

  “Yes, run along,” said Mrs. Hopkins. “Jerry, let Mr. Baker have thecatalogue the professor sent. He’ll need to refer to it for hisletters.”

  A little later the three chums were hastening toward the house wheretheir motor boat was kept.

  “Say! won’t it be great if we can go to Boxwood?” exclaimed Bob.

  “The finest thing ever!” declared Jerry. “It will do us good to see theprofessor again.”

  “So that’s what all this confabbing business on the part of ourrespected parents was about,” commented Ned. “I hadn’t any idea itwould turn out this way.”

  “Nor I,” admitted Jerry. “I thought something was in the wind along theline of making us settle down, but I was afraid mother might be goingto make me go to work. Not that I would mind work,” he made haste toadd, “but I’m not quite ready for it.”

  “I thought maybe they were going to take the car, the boat and theairship away from us,” observed Bob, for our heroes, as their friendswho have read about them in previous books know, did have a fineairship, in which they had gone through many adventures.

  “That would be a hardship,” said Jerry. “But going to college isn’thalf bad. I’m glad they decided on it. I guess a little discipline andsettling down will be good for all of us. It’s a lucky thing ProfessorSnodgrass sent me that catalogue. If I hadn’t had that to spring on ’emthey might have packed us off to some place where we wouldn’t have afriend to our names.”

  “They may yet,” suggested Bob half gloomily. “They may decide againstBoxwood Hall.”

  “I don’t believe so,” remarked Jerry. “I sort of think they’refavorably disposed toward it, for it is a first-class place. Andsay! why, we can take our motor boat there!” he cried. “There’s LakeCarmona--a dandy place for a boat.”

  “But it will soon be winter,” objected Ned, “and the lake will freezeover.”

  “That’s all right,” declared Jerry. “It will be some time beforefreezing weather sets in, and there’ll be lots of time to take tripson the lake. We’ll have to store the boat over winter, of course, butshe’ll be there in the spring. We’ll take the _Neboje_ with us.”

  The _Neboje_ (the name being made up of the first two letters of Ned,Bob and Jerry) was a new craft. It was smaller than the last boat theboys had bought, and they often preferred it, as it was easier tohandle. It was so arranged that they could sleep and cook on board, andmake short cruises on lake or river.

  “Sure, take the boat!” exclaimed Bob. “And why can’t we take the autotoo?”

  “We could, I guess,” conceded Jerry. “The only thing is, though, thatthe fellows at Boxwood may think we’re putting it on rather thick.”

  “I guess not,” said Ned. “If we took our airship they might. But someof them are sure to have cars themselves, and with the lake so near itwould be a wonder if there wasn’t one or two motor boats owned by thestudents. We’ll take her along.”

  “That is, if we go,” observed Jerry with a smile.

  “Oh, we’ll go!” declared Bob, as they reached the boathouse.

  “Got enough gasoline?” asked Jerry, as he took the tarpaulin cover offthe _Neboje_.

  “Plenty,” announced Bob, looking at the gauge. “We’ll only go for alittle run, as I want to get back in time for----”

  “Grub!” broke in Ned with a laugh, and then he had to dodge the bailingsponge which the stout youth threw at his head.

  Ned caught the sponge and threw it back at Bob, but with such poor aimthat it struck Jerry in the face, and, being wet, it was not the mostdesirable object in the world to receive in that fashion.

  “Here! What are you doing?” roared Jerry, wiping his dripping face.“I’ve had my bath this week. Cut out the rough stuff!”

  “I didn’t mean that,” came from Ned. “It was Bob’s fault.”

  “It was not! You threw it!”

  “You chucked it first.”

  “Well, I wouldn’t have if you hadn’t ragged me about my eating. And Iwasn’t going to say anything about grub, either. I meant I wanted toget home early so I could talk more to dad about Boxwood Hall.”

  “Go on! You’re going to see a girl!” scoffed Jerry.

  Bob flared up again, but quiet was finally restored and, the boathousedoors having been thrown open, Ned pressed the button of theself-starter and the _Neboje_ swung out into the river which ran nearthe Hopkins’ house.

  As the chums, comfortably seated in their craft, were getting underway, they heard a hail.

  “Hold on, boys--wait a minute--got something to tell you--don’t go awaywithout me--it’s great news--come on back--slow down--turn off thegasoline--shut off the spark--swing her around--whoop!”

  “No need to look to tell who that is,” Jerry remarked.

  “Yes, it’s Andy Rush,” said Bob, as he glanced at a small and very muchexcited boy who was dancing about on the dock.

  “Come back and get me!” he begged.

  “Shall we?” asked Ned, who was steering.

  “Oh, yes, I guess so,” assented Jerry. “Andy’s all right if he doestalk like a gasoline motor.”

  “I wonder what news he has,” ventured Bob.

  Ned swung the boat about, and Andy, whom my older readers willremember, got aboard. He was panting from his rapid-fire talk.

  “What’s the news?” asked Bob.

  “It’s about Noddy Nixon,” said Andy Rush, when he had gotten back hisbreath.

  “Then it isn’t good news,” averred Jerry, for in the past Noddy hadmade much trouble for the three chums.

  “No, it isn’t good news,” said Andy. “He’s hurt somewhere out West. Heran his automobile into another one, and now he’s in a hospital.”

  “Well, I don’t wish Noddy any bad luck, for all he did us several meanturns,” remarked Jerry. “But he never did know how to handle a car--hewas too reckless. Is h
e badly hurt, Andy?”

  “Well, he won’t die, but it will be a good while before he’ll be well.A friend of my mother’s, who lives out West, wrote her about Noddy,knowing he used to live here.”

  “I hope he never comes back here to live,” Ned remarked. “We can easilyget along without him.”

  “So say we all of us!” chimed in Bob.

  The boys enjoyed the little motor boat trip, though Andy Rush, asusual, talked so much and so fast that Jerry said he gave him aheadache.

  “Here, earn your passage,” the tall youth finally cried. “Polishsome of the brass rail. That will give you a safety-valve,” and Andy,perforce, had to obey.

  It was several days after this that Bob Baker came hurrying over to theHopkins house.

  “Good news!” cried the stout youth.

  “What about?” asked Jerry.

  “Dad has had a letter from President Cole, of Boxwood Hall, andeverything is so satisfactory that dad has decided I am to go there.Hurrah!”

  “Hurrah yourself!” retorted Jerry. “What about Ned and me?”

  “It’s all right. I just left Ned, and his father says if Mr. Baker issatisfied he’ll be, so Ned can go. It rests with your mother whetheryou can, Jerry.”

  “Oh, I’m sure mother will say yes! I’ll tell her! Say! this isgreat--all three of us to go to Boxwood Hall! Wow!” and Jerry did aclog dance that brought his mother to the door of her room to learn thecause of the excitement.

  She readily gave her consent to the Boxwood Hall project for Jerry, andlater that day there was another conference of the parents. There hadbeen considerable correspondence between Mr. Baker and President Cole,and the banker was more than satisfied with the showing made by thecollege.

  “I think it will be just the place for the boys,” he declared, “and Iwill write to President Cole, informing him they will be on hand soonafter, if not at, the opening of the fall term. We shall have to getthem ready, I suppose.”

  “That won’t take long,” Jerry said. “Now I’ll write to ProfessorSnodgrass, and tell him we’ll soon be with him.”

  Thus the matter was decided. The names of Ned, Bob and Jerry wereformally entered for admission to Boxwood Hall, and their standing intheir studies was such that they had to take but few examinations.

  In the letter to Professor Snodgrass Jerry explained how it had allcome about, and he thanked the little scientist for having sent thecatalogue.

  “Only for that,” Jerry wrote, “we might have been packed off to someplace where we wouldn’t have liked it at all. I’m afraid we won’t get achance to go hunting butterflies with you, much as we would like it.”

  In reply Jerry had another letter from the bug-collector. ProfessorSnodgrass wrote that there would be plenty of chance for him to haveoutings with the boys.

  “That’s fine!” cried Jerry. “Hurrah for Boxwood Hall!”

  And his chums echoed the exultant cry.