"Guess you're right."
"Hello, Andy!"
"Hi, there, Frank!"
A group of students who had been skylarking about the boarding school campus, made a rush for the two lads who were slowly advancing across the green stretch.
It was early in the year, and the weather, which had been wet and rather cold, was now turning into balmy spring, with the feeling of baseball in the air. The Easter vacation was over, and the new term at Riverview Hall would open in a few days. Some of the students had already arrived, and more were coming. Among those who had made their appearance were Andy and Frank Racer, whose advent caused such delight to their chums.
"Now we'll have some baseball!" exclaimed Ward Platt, who could not seem to get along without some form of athletics. "Andy and Frank will just make up enough so we can have two nines," he added.
"And we'll do something else besides play ball," declared Jack Sanderson.
"What?" asked John North.
"We've got to turn in, and get up some new kind of hazing for the Freshmen. There'll be a lot of 'em here this term, I understand."
"Good! The more the merrier!" exclaimed Duke Yardly.