The Rover Boys on the River
Edward Stratemeyer
Paperback
(CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, Sept. 19, 2014)
"Whoop! hurrah! Zip, boom, ah! Rockets!" "For gracious' sake, Tom, what's all the racket about? I thought we had all the noise we wanted last night, when we broke up camp." "It's news, Dick, glorious news," returned Tom Rover, and he began to dance a jig on the tent flooring. "It's the best ever." "It won't be glorious news if you bring this tent down on our heads," answered Dick Rover. "Have you discovered a gold mine?" "Better than that, Dick. I've discovered what we are going to do with ourselves this summer." "I thought we were going back to the farm, to rest up, now that the term at Putnam Hall is at an end." "Pooh! Who wants to rest? I've rested all I wish right in this encampment." "Well, what's the plan? Don't keep us in 'suspenders,' as Hans Mueller would say." "Dear old Hansy! That Dutch boy is my heart's own!" cried Tom, enthusiastically. "I could not live without him. He must go along." "Go along where?" "On our outing this summer?" "But where do you propose to go to, Tom?" "For a trip on the broad and glorious Ohio River." "Eh?" "That's it, Dick. We are to sail the briny deep of that river in a houseboat. Now, what do you think of that?" "I'd like to know what put that into your head, Tom," came from the tent opening, and Sam Rover, the youngest of the three brothers, stepped into view. "Uncle Randolph put it into my head, not over half an hour ago, Sam. It's this way: You've heard of John V. Black of Jackville?" "The man that owed Uncle Randolph some money?" "Exactly. Well, Black is a bankrupt, or next door to it. He couldn't pay Uncle Randolph what was coming to him, so he turned over a houseboat instead. She's a beauty, so I am told, and she is called the Doraβ" "After Dora Stanhope, of course," interrupted the youngest Rover, with a quizzical look at his big brother Dick.