gan Ted, as they were about to go out. He looked at
Andy rather queerly.

"What is it?" asked our hero, with a frank laugh. "Am I togged up
wrong?"

"Your--er--derby," said Bob, obviously not liking to mention it.

"Oh, yes, that's right!" chimed in Dunk. "Hope you don't mind, Andy, but
a cap or a crusher would be in better form."

Andy noticed that the others had on soft hats.

"Sure," he said. "I was going to get one. I had a soft hat at Milton,
but it's all initialed, and covered with dates from down there. I don't
suppose that would go here."

"Hardly," agreed Dunk. "I've got an odd one, though. Stick it on until
you get yours," and he hauled a soft hat from under a pile of things on
his dresser.

Andy hung up his offending derby and clapped the other on the back of
his head. Then the five sallied forth, locking the door behind them.

Their feet echoed on the stone flagging of the open courtyard as they
headed out on the campus. Past Dwight Hall, the home of the Young Men's
Christian Association, they went, out into High street and through
Library to York. The thoroughfares were thronged with many students now,
for it was the hour for supper.

Calls, cries, hails, gibes, comments and appeals were bandied back and
forth. For it was the beginning of the term, and many of the new lads
had not yet found themselves or their places. It was all pleasurable
excitement and anticipation.

Huddled close together, talking rapidly of many things they had seen, or
hoped to see--of the things they had done or expected to do, Andy, Dunk,
and their chums walked on to the eating place. Dunk informed Andy, in a
whisper, that his three friends had been at Phillips Academy, in
Andover, with him.

"Over here!"

"This way!"

"Lots of room!"

"Shove in, Hunter!"

"There's Wilson!"

"Dunk Chamber, too! Oh, you, Dunk!"

"Oh! Thad Warburton, give us your eye!"

It was a call to health, and several lads arose holding aloft foaming
mugs of beer. For a moment Andy's heart failed him. He did not drink,
and he did not intend to, yet he realized that to refuse might be very
embarrassing. Yet he resolved on this course.

There were more good-natured cries, and healths proposed, and then Andy
and his companions found room at the table. Dunk introduced Andy to
several lads.

"Oh, you, Dunk, your eyes on us!"

Several lads called to him, holding aloft their steins. Dunk hesitated a
moment and then, with a quick glance at A