“Well, he’s some sort of a chap, he is! I like him!”
“So do I!” added Bob.
“Quite a contrast to Frank Watson,” added Jerry.
After strolling about the college grounds a little longer our friends went back to their rooms. The door of the apartment across the hall, which had the three names on it, was closed, but from within came the sounds of talk and laughter.
“They seem to be having a good time,” observed Bob, rather wistfully.
“Yes,” agreed Ned. “I meant to ask Newton about those other two—Bart Haley and Will Hamilton. I wonder if they’re like Frank Watson?”
“Most likely,” argued Jerry. “They’re roommates all right, and they must be congenial or they wouldn’t be together. Well, we don’t need to worry.”
They sat down to talk matters over, but soon the talk was punctuated with yawns, for the day had been a wearying one with the long automobile trip.
“I vote for bed!” suddenly cried Jerry, and his motion was seconded twice.
Coming out of their rooms the next morning to go to chapel, Ned, Bob and Jerry saw Frank Watson and his two chums leaving their apartment across the hall. Our three heroes bowed, having agreed to give the others every chance to make advances. But only by the merest of cold nods did Frank and his friends acknowledge the salute.