"They are both mighty sore, because they had to leave Oak Hall in disgrace," said Luke. "Every one of us had better keep his eye peeled, for they'll make trouble if they get half a chance." And then the bell rang for dinner and the boys went downstairs.
The next day the lads were all busy getting ready for the Fourth of July. It had been arranged that they should have quite a display of fireworks on the lawn of the senator's home, and many folks of that vicinity were invited to attend.
"Here is Buster Beggs!" cried Roger, that evening, and the youth who was so fat and jolly hove in sight, suit-case in hand. He shook hands all around and was speedily made to feel at home.
"Glad you are going to have fireworks," he said to Roger. "I don't care much for noise on the Fourth, but I dote on fireworks. Let me set some of 'em off, won't you?"
"Of course," was Roger's reply. "We boys are going to give the exhibition, while the older folks, and the girls, look on."
"But we are going to have a little noise—at sunrise," put in Phil.
"What kind of noise—a cannon?"
"No, some firecrackers."
"Oh, that will be all right," answered Buster, thinking the firecrackers were to be of ordinary size.
