n many students, all of whom were in a hurry to pick out their
rooms.

"Say, this is a swell place all right," declared Bert, a little later,
when Tom had ushered his two chums into the cozy apartment he had
reserved.

"All to the plush furniture," added Jack. "You're all right, Tom. How
is it for getting in after hours?"

"Fine. It's right near a rear stairway. Oh, I saw to that all right.
And the monitor is Old Balmy--we can work him easy."

"Fine!" cried Bert. "Now let's get things straightened out, and unpack
some of our duds," for their baggage had arrived ere they had done
admiring their new quarters.

"We're Sophs now--don't forget that," advised Tom. "No more Freshmen!"

"And we can do some hazing on our own account," added Jack. "Oh,
glorious!"

There came a knock on the door.

"Come!" invited Tom.

The portal swung open to admit the form and features of little George
Abbot.

"Are you all here? When did you and Bert come? Is there any----"

"Stop!" thundered Tom, catching up a heavy baseball glove. "Halt in
your tracks, or it will be the worse for you! One more question, and--"

"You wait until you hear this one," said George calmly. "Maybe you
don't want to, though," he added mysteriously.

"What is it?" asked Jack, struck by something in the manner of the
human question box, and Tom lowered the glove.

"I was going to ask if you'd heard the news," went on George. "But if
you don't want to----"

"Go ahead, Why," invited Bert. "I'll listen, anyhow. What's the news?"

"Sam Heller and Nick Johnson just arrived in a big touring car. Sam
says it's his."

"Sam Heller here?"

"And Nick Johnson?"

"In a touring car?"

Tom, Jack and Bert asked the questions in turn. They fairly glared at
George. The latter, satisfied with the impression he had produced,
sank into an easy chair.

"They're here," he went on. "I just saw 'em come, and they're headed
this way."

"Sam and Nick going to room in the same dormitory with us!" gasped Bert.

"After what they did?" asked Jack.

"Helping to capture and hold us fellows prisoners," said Tom bitterly.

"We won't stand for it!" declared Bert vigorously.

"I should say not!" came from Jack indignantly. "We will have to do
something--protest--make a class matter of it. After what happened at
the old mill, for those snobs to have the nerve to come back to Elmwood
Hall. Why--"

"It is rather raw," interrupted Tom. "What shall we d