“Anyway,” said Kent Spencer, “we want you fellows to stay at Blue Cove a while longer. We’ve had more sport since you struck the Cove than ever before.” “Had to glear it—I mean glad to hear it,” said Rattleton. “But you haven’t had any more sport than we have. It’s been the jolliest time of the whole trip for me, and as for Merriwell, Diamond and Hodge—well, there are attractions enough to keep them here the rest of their lives.” “The only gal I ever was able to ketch was away aout in Forth Wuth, Texis,” put in Ephraim, grinning. “I kainder knocked the spots aout of a feller that was cuffin’ her brother some, an’ she stuck to me zif I was kivered all over with mewsledge. She was a peach, too, b’jee! Some time I’m goin’ back aout there an’ ax her will she splice to me. Ef she’ll have me, I’ll have her quicker’n a cat kin wink her eye.” “Vale,” said Hans, with unusual sadness, “I don’t peen aple to had a girl catch me. Vot vos der madder, somehow? Don’d I peen peautiful py my faces?” “Oh, yes!” cried Rattleton; “you are a perfect chromo! I don’t understand why all the girls are not trying to catch you.” “Mebbe you understood dot shust as pad as I did. I sed ub nighds dryin’ to haf dot vigger me out vot id vos, but now I don’d knew so much apoud id as you did pefore.” Frank Merriwell came bounding into the room, waving a scrap of yellow paper over his head. “A dispatch!” he cried. “It was just brought me from the nearest station. Harlow has been arrested in Alexandria!” “Hurrah! hurrah!” shouted the boys. “Will you appear against him?” asked Harry of Frank. “I think I ought to.” “Certainly,” came from several of the Blue Cove boys. The matter was talked over for half an hour, and then Frank set off for the jail in which Harlow had been confined. On the day following the rascal was brought out for a hearing. He was held for trial and bail was placed at several thousand dollars. As he could find nobody to go his bondsman he was compelled to remain in jail for the time being. The boys of the Yale Combine remained with their friends for two days more. During that time Frank saw Elsie twice, and when the pair parted it was with a promise to write every week or oftener. The combine got a rousing cheer on leaving Blue Cove, the celebration being fully equal to that participated in at Lake Lily. “Virginia is all right,” said Frank to Jack. “I don’t wonder that you are proud of your mother State.” The tour now led northward, toward New York, and two days later found the boys in the southeastern portion of Pennsylvania. Here the roads were found to be fairly good, and they took again to their bicycles, but taking their time, for Bruce and Hans absolutely refused to hurry. “The boat race nearly killed me,” growled the big fellow. “Give me a chance to recover.” As for Hans, he wanted to stop and eat five or six times in every twenty-four hours.