“No, never saw him before.”
“What was he doing on the Academy hill?”
“I’m sure I don’t know. That’s what bothered Art and me.”
The coach went on up the hill and at last stopped in front of the Academy and the boys began to alight.
Dr. Theophilus Wise, the principal, was standing on the front veranda with a good-looking boy in a brown suit and soft hat.
“This is a new pupil, young gentlemen,” said the doctor, coming forward with the strange boy. “Let me make you acquainted with John Sheldon. I trust that you will make him at home.”
“Why, that’s the boy that Art and I met on the road,” whispered Harry to his companion as they were descending.
“It is? Why, that is the first picker I was telling you of.”
“Oh!” said Harry in a tone of disappointment.