his little joke. "Maybe they'll plant some dynamite under the college and blow us up!"
"Hardly that, Tom," returned his older brother. "But they may try some kind of a dirty trick along those lines,"
"Don't worry, boys, don't worry!" cried Songbird soothingly. "Let the troubles of the future take care of themselves, and then he murmured softly:
"Though the skies be dark and dreary
And hope be almost dead,
And hearts are all so weary"
"Each one can go to bed!"
finished Tom. "A fine bit of poetry truly, Songbird, old sport."
"Who said anything about going to bed?" snorted the would-be poet. "I had a finer line than that, Tom. It was—er—it was—a—er—a Oh, dear, you've quite driven it out of my head!"
"Never mind, it will come back day after yesterday, or before and sooner," went on the fun-loving Rover blandly. "Now let us put away our things and get ready for supper. I'm as hungry as a wolf in a famine."
"That's right," chimed in Sam. "Aeroplaning can give one a wonderful appetite."
