CHAPTER V.
ON THE WAY TO PUTNAM HALL The idea of going back to dear old Putnam Hall, with all of its pleasant memories, filled Tom with good humor, and he was fairly bubbling over on the train which carried the boys to Ithaca, where they were to take a steamer up Cayuga Lake to Cedarville, the nearest village to the academy.
"Makes me feel as I did the first time we went to the Hall," he declared.

"Don't you remember that trip, and the fun we had with Peleg Snuggers, the wagon man ?" and then he burst out singing: "Putnam Hall's the place for me! Tra-la-lee! Tra-la-lee! Putnam Hall's the place for me! The best old school I know!" "You'll have the conductor putting you off, the next thing you know," remarked Sam.
"Putting me off?
Never!" cried Tom.

"He knows that academy boys own privileges that other passengers do not possess.

He can't cork me up.

I defy him!" "Wonder if we'll meet any of the other fellows," mused Dick.
He had hardly spoken when the train stopped at a junction, and two other lads got aboard and came down the aisle.