"Very well."
The livery stable keeper hustled around and soon had a team ready. The boys were glad enough to take it easy in the carriage, and on the way to college but little was said.
"Rather late, young gentlemen," remarked Professor Blackie, sharply, as they entered.
"We had an accident, Professor," returned Dick.
"An accident?" and the instructor was all attention.
"Our biplane got smashed up," put in Tom.
"Indeed! I am sorry to hear that. Are you hurt?"
"Got a shaking up and a few scratches," answered Sam.
Then their story had to be told in detail. Soon it became noised all over the place that the Dartaway had been wrecked, and before they could get a mouthful to eat the three Rovers had to tell the story over and over again.
"I'm sorry the biplane was wrecked, but glad you escaped," said Songbird, earnestly. He cherished his old friends as if they were brothers.
"Just what I say already," cried Max Spangler, a German-American student. "You can buy a new flying machine, yes, but you can't
