"What do you suppose can have happened?" asked Mark, as he and Jack went to their rooms to get ready to leave the college. "I haven't the least idea. Maybe he wants us to go on another trip." Mark finished packing, and Jack was not far behind him. Then the lads went to the railroad station, where they purchased tickets for home and were soon on a train. On the journey they could not help but refer occasionally to the telegram, though Jack kept insisting that nothing so serious had happened. Mark was not quite in such good spirits. "Well, here we are," announced Jack, about three hours later, as the train pulled into a small station. "And there's Washington on the platform waiting for us." Jack hurried out of the car, followed by Mark. "Hello, Wash!" cried the fat lad. "How are you? Catch this valise!" and he threw it to the colored man before the train had come to a stop. Washington deftly caught the grip, though he had to make a quick movement to accomplish it. "I 'clar t' gracious!" he exclaimed. "Dat suttinly am a most inconsequential mannah in which to project a transmigatory object in contiguousness to mah predistination." "Whoa, there!" cried Jack. "Better take two bites at that, Wash!" "Dat's all right, Massa Jack," answered the colored man. "I'se glad to see yo', an' I suttinly hopes dat de transubstantiationableness ob my--" "Wow!" cried Jack. "Say that over again, and say it slow." "Don't yo' foregather mah excitability?" asked the colored man rather anxiously. "Yes, I guess so. What's the answer? How's the professor? How's Andy? What's the matter? Why did he send for us?" "Wait! Wait! Please wait!" begged Washington. "One ob dem interrogatorial projections at a time, Massa Jack. Where am Massa Mark?" "Here I am," replied Jack's chum, as he followed him out on the platform of the train, which had come to a stop. "Dats right!" exclaimed Washington. "Let me hab yo' extended article ob transportation an' I'll jest expidite it in--" "I guess you mean it, all right," interrupted Jack. "But what's up? Why did the professor send for us?" "I doan't know, Massa Jack." "You don't know?" "Nopy. He jest done gone tell me to send dat transmigatory telegraph, an' dat's all." "But why does he want us? He's not sick, is he?" asked Mark. "Never felt bettah!" exclaimed Washington as he walked along the street leading from the depot, a valise in either hand. "His state ob health am equal to de sophistication ob de soporiferousness." "You mean he sleeps well?" questioned Jack. "Dat's what I done meant to convey to yo', Massa Jack." "Well, why don't you say it?" asked Mark. "Dat's jest what I done. I said--" "Never mind," interrupted Jack. "Then you can't tell us why the professor sent for us?" "He's got company," went on Washington, as if he had just thought of that. "Company?" exclaimed both boys. "Yyais." "Who is it?" "Why, his name am Santell Roumann." "What an odd name!" commented Mark.