Hurry up, Sam, unless you want to be left behind! I'm coming! shouted Sam Rover, as he crossed the depot platform on the run. Where is Tom? He went ahead, to get two good seats for us, answered Dick Rover. He looked around the crowd that had gathered to take the train. Hi, there, Songbird, this way! Come in this car, Hans! Say, aren't you fellows coming aboard? came a voice from the nearest car, and a curly-topped head with a pair of laughing eyes appeared. Folks crowding in to beat the band! Come on in if you want seats. We'll be in directly, answered Sam, and followed his brother Dick to the car steps. Here there was quite a jam, and the Rover boys had all they could do to get into the car, followed by half a dozen of their school chums. But Tom Rover had managed to keep seats for all, and they sat in a bunch, much to their satisfaction. Then the train rolled out of the station, and the journey homeward was begun. The term at Putnam Hall Military Academy was at an end, and the school days of the three Rover boys at that institution were w a thing of the past. Each had graduated with hors, yet all were a trifle sad to think that there would be going back to a place where they had made so many friends. It's almost like giving up your home, Dick had said, several times, while at the actual parting Sam had had to do his best to keep back the tears which welled up in his eyes. Even fun-loving Tom had stopped a good deal of his whistling and had looked unusually sober.