The Rover Boys in Camp
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The Rover Boys are three prank-pulling brothers that find trouble wherever they go. Tom, Sam, and Dick seem always to find adventure and often find themselves on the wrong side of both the authorities and criminals. The adventure series is packed with the latest technology and is set against the background of news events. In The Rover Boys In Camp, the boys spend the summer having a good time at camp but stumble upon a mystery they must solve.

The Rover Boys in Camp

The Rivals of Pine Island

Arthur M. Winfield

The Rover Boys in Camp


My Dear Boys: “The Rover Boys in Camp” is a complete story in itself, but forms the eighth volume of “The Rover Boys Series for Young Americans.”

As I have mentioned before, when I started this line of stories I had in mind to make not more than three, or possibly four, volumes. But the publication of “Rover Boys at School,” “Rover Boys on the Ocean,” “Rover Boys in the Jungle,” and “Rover Boys Out West” did not appear to satisfy my readers, and so I followed with “Rover Boys on the Great Lakes,” “Rover Boys in the Mountains,” and lastly with “Rover Boys on Land and Sea.” But the publishers say there is still a cry for “more! more!” and so I now present to you this new Rover Boys book, which relates the adventures of Dick, Tom, and Sam, and a number of their old-time friends, at home, at dear old Putnam Hall, and in camp on Pine Island.

In writing this tale I have had in mind two thoughts — one to give my young readers an out-and-out story of jolly summer adventure, along with a little touch of mystery, and the other to show them that it very often pays to return good for evil. Arnold Baxter had done much to bring trouble to the Rover family, but what Dick Rover did in return was Christian-like in the highest meaning of that term. Dick was not a “goody-goody” youth, but he was a thoroughly manly one, and his example is well worth following by any lad who wishes to make something of himself.

Once more let me thank all of those who have expressed themselves as satisfied with the previous stories in this series. I earnestly trust the present volume will also prove acceptable to them, and will do them good.

Affectionately and sincerely yours,


Chapter I
The Rover Boys at Home

“All out for Oak Run!” shouted the brakeman of the train, as he thrust his head in through the doorway of the car. “Step lively, please!”

“Hurrah for home!” shouted a curly-headed youth of sixteen, as he caught up a small dress-suit case. “Come on, Sam.”

“I’m coming, Tom,” answered a boy a year younger. “Where is Dick?”

“Here I am,” replied Dick Rover, the big brother of the others. “Just been in the baggage car, making sure the trunks would be put off,” he added. “Say, but this looks natural, doesn’t it, after traveling thousands of miles across the Pacific?”

“And across the Continent from San Francisco,” put in Sam Rover.

“Do you know, I feel as if I’d been away for an age?”

“It’s what we’ve gone through with that makes you feel that way, Sam,” came from Tom Rover. “Just think of being cast away on a lonely island like Robinson Crusoe! Why, half the folks won’t believe our story when they hear it.”

“They’ll have to believe it.” Sam hopped down to the depot platform, followed by the others. “Wonder if the folks got that telegram I forwarded from Buffalo?”

“They must have, for there is Jack with the big carriage,” said Tom, and walked over to the turnout he mentioned. “Hullo, Jack!” he called out. “How is everybody?”

“Master Tom!” ejaculated Jack Ness, the Rovers’ hired man. “Back at last, are you, an’ safe an’ sound?”

“Sound as a dollar, Jack. How are the folks?”

“Your father is putty well, and so is your Uncle Randolph. Your Aunt Martha got so excited a-thinkin’ you was coming hum she got a headache.”

“Dear Aunt Martha!” murmured Tom. “I’ll soon cure her of that.” He turned to his brothers. “What shall we do about the trunks? We can’t take ‘em in the carriage.”

“Aleck is comin’ for them boxes,” said the hired man. “There’s his wagon now.”

A box wagon came dashing up to the depot platform, with a tall, good-looking colored man on the seat. The eyes of the colored man lit up with pleasure when he caught sight of the boys.

“Well! well! well!” he ejaculated, leaping down and rushing forward. “Heah yo’ are at las’, bless you! I’se been dat worried ‘bout yo’ I couldn’t ‘most sleep fo’ t’ree nights. An’ jess to t’ink yo’ was cast away on an island in de middle of dat Pacific Ocean! It’s a wonder dem cannonballs didn’t eat yo’ up.”

“Thanks, but we didn’t meet any ‘cannonballs,’ Aleck, I am thankful to say,” replied Dick Rover. “Our greatest trouble was with some mutineers who got drunk and wanted to run things to suit themselves. They might have got the best of us, but a warship visited the island just in the nick of time and rescued us.”

“So I heared out ob dat letter wot yo’ writ yo’ father. An’ to t’ink dat Miss Dora Stanhope and de Laning gals was wrecked wid yo’! It’s wonderful!”

“It certainly was strange, Aleck. But, come, I am anxious to get home. Here are the trunk checks,” and Dick passed the brasses over.

In a moment more the three boys had entered the carriage, along with Jack Ness. Tom insisted on driving, and away they went at a spanking gait, over Swift River, through the little village of Dexter’s Corners, and then out on the road that led to Valley Brook farm.

As my old readers know, the Rover boys were three in number, as already introduced. They were the sons of Anderson Rover, a well-to-do gentleman, who was now living in retirement at Valley Brook, in company with his brother Randolph, and the latter’s wife, Martha.

While Anderson Rover had been on a hunt for gold in the heart of Africa, the three boys had been sent by their Uncle Randolph to a military academy known as Putnam Hall. Here they made many friends and also a few enemies, the worst of the latter being Dan Baxter, a bully who wanted his way in everything. Baxter was the offspring of a family of low reputation, and his father, Arnold Baxter, was now in prison for various misdeeds.

The first term at school had been followed by an exciting chase on the ocean, after which the boys had gone with their uncle to the jungles of Africa, in a search after Anderson Rover. After the parent was found it was learned that Arnold Baxter was trying to swindle the Rovers out of a valuable gold mine in the far West, but this plot, after some exciting adventures, was nipped in the bud.

The trip West had tired the boys, and they hailed an outing on the Great Lakes with delight. During this outing they learned something about a treasure located in the heart of the Adirondack Mountains, and the next winter visited the locality and unearthed a box containing gold, silver, and precious stones, worth several thousands of dollars. During this treasure-hunt Dan Baxter did his best to bring the Rover boys to grief, but without success.

After the winter in the Adirondacks, the boys had expected to return at once to Putnam Hall to continue their studies. But three pupils were taken down with scarlet fever, and the academy was promptly closed by the master, Captain Victor Putnam.

“That gives us another holiday,” Tom had said. “Let us put in the time by traveling,” and, later on, it was decided that the boys should visit California for their health. This they did, and in the seventh volume of this series, entitled “The Rover Boys on Land and Sea,” I related the particulars of how they were carried off to sea during a violent storm, in company with three of their old-time girl friends, Dora Stanhope and her cousins, Nellie and Grace Laning. It may be mentioned here that Dick thought Dora Stanhope the sweetest girl in the world, and Tom and Sam were equally smitten with Nellie and Grace Laning.

Being cast away on the Pacific was productive of additional adventures and surprises. On a ship that picked the girls and boys up they fell in again with Dan Baxter, and he did all in his power to make trouble for them. When all were cast away on a deserted island, Dan Baxter joined some mutineers among the sailors, and there was a fight which threatened to end seriously for our friends. But as luck would have it, a United States warship hove into sight, and from that moment the boys and girls, and the friends, who had stuck to them through thick and thin, were safe.

Before the warship left the island a search was made for Dan Baxter and for those who had mutinied with him. But the bully and his evil-minded followers kept out of sight, and so they were left behind to shift for themselves.

“Do you think that we will ever see Dan Baxter again?” Sam had questioned.

“I hardly think so,” had been Dick’s reply. But in this surmise the elder Rover boy was mistaken, as later events will prove.

The journey across the Pacific to San Francisco was accomplished without incident. As soon as the Golden Gate was reached the boys, and also the girls, sent telegrams to their folks, telling them that all was well.

Mrs. Stanhope was staying at Santa Barbara for her health. All of the girls had been stopping with her, and now it was decided that Dora, Nellie, and Grace should go to her again.

“It’s too bad we must part,” Dick had said, as he squeezed Dora’s hand. “But you are coming East soon, aren’t you?”

“In a month or two, yes. And what will you do?”

“Go back to Putnam Hall most likely — if the scarlet fever scare is over.”

“Then we’ll be likely to see you again before long,” and Dora smiled her pleasure.

“It will be like old times to get back to the Hall again,” Sam had put in. “But first, I want to go home and see the folks.”

“Right you are,” had come from Tom. “I reckon they are dead anxious to see us, too.”

And so they had parted, with tight hand-squeezing and bright smiles that meant a good deal. One train had taken the girls southward to Santa Barbara, and another had taken the boys eastward to Denver and to Chicago. At the latter city the lads had made a quick change, and twenty-six hours later found them at Oak Run, and in the carriage for the farm.

Chapter II
News of Interest

“My boys! my boys!”

Such was the cry given by Anderson Rover, when he caught sight of the occupants of the carriage, as the turnout swept up to the piazza of the comfortable farm home.

“Home again! Home again
Safe from a foreign shore!”

sang out Tom, and leaping to the ground, he caught his father around the shoulders. “Aren’t you glad to see us, father?” he went on.

“Glad doesn’t express it, Tom,” replied the fond parent, as he embraced first one and then another. “My heart is overflowing with joy, and I thank God that you have returned unharmed, after having passed through so many grave perils. How brown all of you look!”

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