"We will settle that question this summer," answered his father. "But in the meantime--" Mr. Rover paused and looked at his oldest son thoughtfully.
"But what, father?"
"I will tell you when we get home, Dick--there is no use of my trying to do so in this excitement. I have something very unusual to propose,"
answered Anderson Rover, and what that proposal was, and what came of it, will be related in another volume, to be entitled, "The Rover Boys on Treasure Isle; Or, The Strange Cruise of the Steam Yacht." In that volume we shall meet many of our old friends again, and also learn something concerning the disappearance of Sid Merrick and Tad Sobber.
That evening the celebration at Putnam Hall was continued. The cadets lit a huge bonfire on the campus and around this they danced and sang and made speeches. They cheered everybody, from Captain Putnam down to Peleg Snuggers, and the festivities were kept up until midnight. Then the boys went to bed--but not to sleep--for was this not the last night at school? Innumerable tricks were played, including one on Peter Slade that that youth never forgot. This made the bully so angry he declared he was going to quit Putnam Hall for good, and he did, and nobody missed him.
"And now for home!" cried Dick the next morning on dressing.
"And fresh adventures," added Tom.
"But I do hate to leave dear old Putnam Hall," sighed Sam, and then the others sighed, too.
It was not until noon that the three Rover boys were ready to go, having first bid farewell to their numerous friends. Then they shook hands with Captain Putnam.
"We hate awfully to leave you," said Dick, earnestly.
"And I hate to have you go, Richard," was the reply. "You must visit the Hall some time in the future."
"And you must come and see us, Captain Putnam," said Tom.
"Yes, indeed," added Sam.
"I will," answered the master of the Hall.
Then the boys shook hands all over again and ran for the carryall. Some boys left behind set up a shout:
"Good-bye, Dick!"
"Sorry to have you go, Tom!"
"May we meet again, Sam!"
"Good-bye, everybody!" was the answering shout. "Good-bye to dear old Putnam Hall!"
Then the whip cracked, the carryall rolled from the door; and the Rover boys' days at Putnam Hall military school were at an end.
THE END