It would be too bad if the fortune was tied up in endless litigation." "He's got to get money to fight with first," said Dick.
"Oh, some lawyers will take a case like that on a venture." "That's true." Several days passed quietly, and the Rover boys applied themselves diligently to their studies, for they wished to make fine records at Brill.
"We are here to get a good education," was the way Dick expressed himself, "and we want to make the most of our time." "As if I wasn't boning away to beat the band!" murmured Tom reproachfully.
"I'd like to take the full course in about two years," came from Sam.
"College studies are mighty hard," broke in Songbird, who was working over his chemistry.

"I don't get any chance to write poetry any more." "For which let us all be truly thankful," murmured Sam to Tom.
"Ten minutes more," announced Dick, looking at his watch.

"Then what do you say to a row on the river ?" "Suits me!" cried Tom.
"All right, then.

Now clear out, and--silence!" A quarter of an hour later the Rover boys and Songbird walked down to the river.

There were plenty of boats to be had, and Dick and Tom were soon out.