"Say, that's all to the fried eggs!" exclaimed John North, admiringly, when the explanation was completed.
"It sure is," agreed Jack. "I wonder if I can do it?"
He tried, but was not very successful, and then some of the others began imitating it, with Andy standing by and giving words of advice.
"Say, haven't you had enough of this?" asked Frank Racer after a while. "Come on, Andy; we've got to see about our room, and get our things in shape. I want the trunks brought up from the station."
"All right, I'm coming," replied his brother. "No, that's not the way to put out your foot, Jack," and he started toward his chum.
"No, you don't!" exclaimed the latter, backing away. As he did so he glanced across the campus, and at the sight of a solitary figure advancing toward one of the dormitories he uttered an exclamation. Then Jack glided to the side of Frank Racer and whispered to him:
"There he is!"
"Who?"
"That strange Freshman I was telling you about. Just watch him, and see how queer he acts."
The two watched while Andy once more went through his little wrestling lesson. The lad to whom Jack had pointed was about the build of Frank Racer, though slightly larger, and he seemed to be of athletic mould. Yet there was a curious air about him, and, as he walked on, he glanced over his shoulder from time to time, as though to make sure that he was not being followed.