Buster, don't use the whip. Give me the reins, Master Porter."
"Don't you want me to drive, Horsehair?"
"No, I want Say, you in the back, give me my hat, will you?" shouted the driver, turning around. "I ain't a-going a step till I git that hat!"
"All right, Horsehair, darling!" replied Sam Day. "I thought I'd keep it to remember you by, but if you want"
"Which puts me in mind of a story," said Shadow Hamilton. He had caught the humor of the occasion. "A lady once"
"No stories allowed," broke in Phil.
"I can't tell a story unless I speak it aloud," answered Shadow, tartly.
"Phew, what a pun!" came from Roger. "Somebody please dump him off for that."
"Hold tight, all of you!" called out the anxious driver, and with a lurch the carryall made a turn and started out of the academy grounds and along the broad highway leading to Oakdale. All of the boys shouted themselves hoarse, and horns and rattles added to the din. Such a thing as holding the students in was out of the question, and Doctor Clay and his assistants did not attempt it. The doctor and Andrew Dale smiled broadly and waved their hands, and only Job Haskers looked bored. The other teachers were busy in the building and did not show themselves.
