Part 7 (1/2)

”I--ah--I want you to feel that I am ready and anxious to help you at any time, fellows. I--ah--want you to look on me as--ah--as a big brother and come to me in your--ah--perplexities and troubles, should you have any, and of course there are bound to be--ah--little worries at first. One has to accustom oneself to any--ah--new environment. Don't hesitate to call on me for advice or a.s.sistance. Sometimes an older head--ah--you see what I mean?”

Steve replied that they did and thanked him and, with Tom crowding at his heels, withdrew.

”He's a funny dub,” confided Steve, as they made their way up to the next floor. ”Guess he must be new here. What does he teach, Tom?”

”Modern languages, I think the catalogue said. His first name is Horace.”

”Horace!” Steve chuckled. ”It ought to be Percy. h.e.l.lo, they've fixed the beds up.”

The room looked far more habitable when Steve had switched the light on.

Tom sighed luxuriously as he stretched himself out on one of the beds.

”Bet you I'm going to do a tall line of sleeping to-night, Steve,” he said. ”This bed isn't half bad, either.”

”Well, don't put your feet all over the spread,” replied Steve. ”Get up out of that and unpack your bag, you lazy duffer.”

”I will in a minute. I'm tired. Say, what do you think of this place, anyway, Steve?”

”The school? Oh, I guess it'll do. You can't tell much about it yet, I suppose. I'm going to snoop around to-morrow after breakfast and see the sights. I suppose things will be a lot different when the crowd comes. I guess we're the only fellows in this dormitory to-night.”

”Scared?” asked Tom, with a grin. ”Remember Horace is downstairs to protect you.”

”Huh! Bet you he'd crawl under the bed if he saw a burglar! I wonder if the rest of the faculty is like him.”

”Oh, I dare say he's all right when you get to know him,” said Tom, with a yawn. ”Say, pull down that window, Steve. It's getting chilly in here.”

”Get up and move around and you won't feel chilly,” replied Steve unsympathetically. ”Gee, I wish I had my pajamas and things.”

”You might have had them by this time if you'd helped me look for that fellow,” said Tom. ”I'm just as certain as I am that I'm lying here that the fellow we saw in the dining-hall was the fellow who swiped your suit-case!”

”Oh, forget that,” said Steve disgustedly. ”Common-sense ought to tell you that a sneak thief you saw in New York wouldn't be having his supper here at Brimfield!”

”He was, though,” replied the other stubbornly.

”Oh, run away! Don't you suppose there are two people who look alike in this world?”

”Not as much alike as those two.”

”Why, you didn't even get a good look at the fellow in the dining-hall.

He had his back turned to you.”

”Not when I saw him first, he didn't,” answered Tom with a vigorous shake of his head. ”I saw his face before he turned at the doorway and _it was him_!”

”You mean it was he, you ignoramus. All right, Tom, have your own way about it. Only someone ought to warn the princ.i.p.al about him. Why, he might run off with a couple of the buildings some night!”

”Enjoy yourself,” murmured Tom. ”But you'll find I was right some day, you old pig-headed chump!”

”When I do I--I'll make you a present,” answered Steve, with a grin.