"that's the fellow we had the scrap with on the
train."

"Scrap," repeated Granger, laughing. "Well, I don't wonder. Scrap is
Andy's middle name. He," and his eyes twinkled, "he's one of the
'exceptions' I just mentioned."

CHAPTER XIV

"HARDTACK" RALLY

"Well," commented Fred, as they made their way toward the bus which was
filling up rapidly, "I'm glad that he's the exception and not the rule.
A very little of him will go a good way with me."

"Yes, that's a case where 'enough is plenty,'" assented Granger.

The Rushton boys' bags were slung into a wagon standing alongside the
bus and their trunks followed. Then the lads took the only seats
remaining in the bus, the door slammed to and they were on their way to
Rally Hall. The students inside were in high spirits, and as the Rushton
boys looked around at their companions they were ready to believe Melvin
Granger's statement that they were all around good fellows. Brown as
berries from their summer outings, full of the zest of living, their
bright eyes and boisterous laughter showed that they were kindred
spirits to the newcomers.

"I don't see our grouchy friend here with the rest," Fred remarked, as
he looked around.

"Not with the common herd," grinned Melvin. "There he goes now," as they
heard the honk of a horn, and an automobile swept by, leaving a cloud of
dust behind it.

In the driver's seat, holding the wheel, was their acquaintance of the
train, while slumped down beside him was a smaller youth, with little,
shifting eyes and a retreating chin.

The fellows in the bus looked at each other understandingly.

"Andy and his valet," one of them remarked.

"Yes," replied Granger, to the unspoken question in the eyes of the
brothers, "he's got an auto of his own. Keeps it in a garage down in the
village."

"To tell the truth," he went on, "that's half the trouble with Shanks.
He has more money than is good for him. His father's a millionaire they
say--got a big woolen mill somewhere down in Massachusetts. But if he
knows how to make money, he doesn't know how to bring up a boy. Andy's
the only son, and his father lets him have all the money he wants, and
doesn't ask him what he does with it. He's always been allowed to have
his own way, and it's only natural that he should think he owns the
earth. And that's one of the reasons he wanted to have four seats to
himself in the train this morning, even if some one else had to stand."

"One of