town.
There was a row of stores stretching away from the station, quite a
pretentious hotel, and the spires of three churches rose above the
maples that bordered the village streets. There was the hotel bus drawn
up beside the depot, and alongside this a much larger one, used by the
students in going to and from Rally Hall, which was a little more than a
mile from the town.

"Quite a crowd of people getting off here," commented Fred, as he
stepped into the aisle of the car.

"Yes," answered Teddy. "Hello, the bully is gone!" he exclaimed, as he
glanced at the seat back of him.

"Sure enough," rejoined Fred. "There he goes, now," and he indicated the
rear door of the car, through which their ugly neighbor was just
disappearing.

"I wonder if he lives in Green Haven," said Teddy. "If he does, we may
run across him once in a while."

"Something pleasant to look forward to," laughed Fred, as they stepped
down to the station platform.

There was a large crowd of young fellows at the station, and there was a
noisy interchange of greetings, as others stepped from the train.
Everybody seemed to know everybody else, and the boys felt a little
forlorn, as they looked over the gay throng and saw no face that they
knew.

They were making their way toward the bus, when a tall, manly young
fellow, who had been watching them, came to meet them. His keen grey
eyes were kindly and humorous, and he wore a friendly smile that made
the boys warm to him at once.

"I don't know how good a guesser I am," he laughed, as he held out a
hand to each, "but I'll bet you fellows are going to Rally Hall."

"Guessed it right, the first time," smiled Fred, as he and Teddy grasped
the extended hands.

"Good," was the answer. "Then we're fellow sufferers, and we'd better
get acquainted right away. Melvin Granger is my handle. What are the
names you fellows go by?

"Brothers, eh?" he went on, when the boys had introduced themselves.
"That's dandy. It won't be half as lonesome for you at the start as it
would be if either of you came alone. Still, there's a bunch of good
fellows here, and it won't be long before you'll feel at home. I think
you'll like them, most of them, that is. Of course, there is, here and
there, an exception----"

He paused just here to nod carelessly to a passer-by.

"How are you, Shanks?" he said indifferently.

The boys followed the direction of his glance, and Teddy clutched Fred's
arm.

"Why!" he exclaimed,