“Oh, do you go to Brill?” And the girl’s eyes opened widely.

“We don’t go yet, but we are going.”

“Then—­then you’ll meet Mr. Flockley and Mr. Koswell again.”

“What, are they students there?” cried Tom.

“Yes.  This is their second year, I believe.  I know they were there last spring, for they called here.”

Sam gave a low whistle.

“We are making friends first clip, aren’t we?” he murmured to his brothers.

The boys related a few of the particulars of the accident and their experience at the farmhouse near the railroad.

“Oh, that’s old Mrs. Craven!” cried Minnie Sanderson.  “She would talk you out of your senses if you’d let her.  But about a carriage, I don’t know.  If papa was here—­”

At that moment came the sound of carriage wheels on the gravel path near the barn.

“There is papa now!” cried Minnie Sanderson.  “You can talk to him.  I guess he’ll take you to the college quick enough.”

“How did those two young fellows get here?” asked Sam.

“I don’t know.  And please—­that is—­you won’t say anything to my father about that, will you?  It would make him very angry, and I don’t know what he’d do.”

“We’ll not say a word if you wish it that way,” answered Dick.

“I don’t think they’ll bother me again after the way you treated them,” added the girl.

She led them toward the barn and introduced her father, a fat and jolly farmer of perhaps fifty.  Mr. Sanderson had been off on a short drive with one horse and he readily agreed to take them to Brill College for two dollars.

“Just wait till I put in a fresh team,” he said.  “Then I’ll get you over to the college in less than an hour and a quarter.”

While he was hooking up he explained that he had been to a nearby village for a dry battery for the electric doorbell.

“We don’t use the bell much, but I hate to have it out of order,” he explained.

“That’s why it didn’t ring,” said Sam to his brothers.

The carriage was soon ready and the three dress-suit cases were piled in the rear.  Then the boys got in and Mr. Sanderson followed.

“Good-by!” called the boys to Minnie Sanderson.

“Good-by,” she returned sweetly and waved her hand.

“Maybe we’ll get down this way again some day,” said Dick.

“If you do, stop in,” returned the girl.

The farmer’s team was a good one and they trotted out of the yard and into the road in fine shape.  Dick was beside the driver and his brothers were in the rear.  The carriage left a cloud of dust behind as it bowled along over the dry country road.

“First year at Brill?” inquired Mr. Sanderson on the way.

“Yes,” answered Dick.

“Fine place—­no better in the world, so I’ve heard some folks say—­and they had been to some of the big colleges, too.”

“Yes, we’ve heard it was all right,” said Tom.  “By the way, where is Hope Seminary?”