“Yes, and you got it, which is more to the point, Jerry. As for me, the harder I bone away the less I seem to know. I don’t want to hear school mentioned again for three months. What do you say to having something to eat?” “Just had my breakfast. Besides it’s most time to go to--Oh, I forgot, you don’t want me to mention school. Well, I’ll call it the place of learning.” “Nobody will be on time this last day,” responded Bob. “I had breakfast myself, but it was an early one, and I can eat again.” “Never saw the time when you couldn’t,” observed Jerry, taking care to get beyond the reach of Bob’s fist. “Have a glass of milk, Jerry.” “Well, I don’t mind that.” “I’m going to have some and a bit of bread and jam,” went on Bob, as he disappeared in the direction of the kitchen. He came back presently with what looked like enough for a substantial meal for two hungry boys. Jerry said nothing, as he was familiar with the eating capacity of his chum. “Here comes Ned!” exclaimed Jerry as he finished his glass of milk. “Better get some more jam, Bob.” “I will,” and before Jerry could stop him Bob had hurried off again. He returned with more refreshments just as Ned Slade came in. “Are you fellows going to school to-day?” asked the newcomer. “It’s almost nine o’clock.” “Breakfast is now being served in the dining car!” cried Jerry, imitating the porters on the Pullman coaches. “It’s Bob’s second attempt,” he explained. “You did your share,” retorted Bob. “Have some, Ned?” “No, thanks. Three meals a day are enough for me,” and Ned sat down in a chair to watch Bob eat. “What’s the matter?” asked Jerry. “You look excited.” “I met Noddy Nixon, on my way here.” “You don’t mean it! So he’s back in town again. Did you have a quarrel with him?” “Not exactly,--but we had a discussion. I can’t stand him. He makes me mad every time I meet him, and when I thought of how he and Bill Berry tried to wreck that vessel down on the coast,--though I guess Noddy didn’t realize what a game Bill was playing--why I feel as though I wanted to thrash Noddy.” “Don’t blame you,” said Bob, finishing the last of the jam and bread and butter. “What did he have to say?” “Oh, a lot of things, but principally that he was going down to Florida to take possession of a cocoanut plantation he’s purchased, or which he thinks he’s bought. I think it’s all in his mind.” “Cocoanut plantation!” exclaimed Bob. “Down in Florida?” inquired Jerry.