try jail; and there, for the time being, the matter had rested.
"I wish we could learn more about Crabtree's escape," remarked Tom, as he and his brothers entered the main building of the college.
"So do I," added Sam. "Can't we telephone over to Plankville, to Sheriff Fells?"
"More than likely the sheriff is out, hunting for Crabtree and the others," answered Dick.
"But I'll tell you what we might do if the weather stays good," he added, suddenly.
"Sail to Plankville in the Dartaway?" queried both of the others.
"Yes, if Doctor Wallington will give us permission."
"He ought to—since we are so much interested in this case," returned Tom.
"We'll find out, as soon as the morning session is over," said the eldest Rover boy; and then all hurried to their classes, for the final bell had ceased to ring.
It was hard work for the boys to keep their minds on their lessons. Dick, especially, was very serious, and for a good reason. Something was worrying him greatly—something of which Tom and Sam knew little. What it was we shall learn later.
The boys had a quarter of an hour after
