“Never mind, you needed a bath, Filbury,” shouted one student.  And at this there was a laugh.

“I am going to report all of you,” stormed William Philander.  “Look at this suit, it is ruined!” and he held up the sides of his coat to view.  The water and mud were dripping profusely from the garment.

“Better go down to the gym and get under a shower,” suggested Spud.

“I am not.  I am going to my room,” retorted William Philander.  And then, of a sudden, he took to his heels, burst through the crowd, and hurried toward one of the college buildings.  At the same time, Filbury started to run for one of the stables.

“Say, Tom, that was rather rough,” remarked Sam, after the two had disappeared.

“It sure was, Sam.  I didn’t think they would run the carriage into the water like that.”

“It was Washer’s and Lamar’s fault.”

“I know it.  They are always out for carrying a joke to the limit.  I suppose they had it in for old Filbury, and they must have had it in for Tubbs, too.”

“I wonder if either of them will make a kick over the way they have been treated,” put in Bob.  It may be stated here, that, in the end, nothing came of the incident.  Filbury stormed around a little, and so did William Philander, but, to their credit be it said, both were “sports” enough not to take their complaints to the college management.

All good times must come to an end, and by midnight the bonfires had burned themselves out, and, one by one, the students retired.  The carriage was righted and taken back to the place where it belonged.

For the best part of a week after this, but little out of the ordinary occurred.  With the excitement attending the close of the baseball season over, the Rovers applied themselves more diligently than ever to their studies.  During that time they received notes from Grace and Nellie, stating that nothing new had developed concerning the missing four-hundred-dollar ring.  They also received another letter from Dick, in which the oldest Rover boy stated that he and the lawyer had made a final settlement with Pelter, Japson & Company, and that he had heard that the brokers were about to leave New York City for good.

“By the way, Tom,” said Sam, after reading the letter from Dick, “this puts me in mind:  What became of that fellow we hauled out of the river?”

“The last I heard of him, he was still under the care of Doctor Havens.”

“Don’t you think we ought to call on him?  He might want to see us.”

“If he wanted that, Sam, wouldn’t he send us word?  Perhaps, if he is any relation to Jesse Pelter, he would rather we would keep away from him.”

On the following morning a letter came addressed to Tom, and bearing the Ashton postmark.  On opening the communication, he was much interested to read the following: 

  Dear Mr. Rover: