“Johnson, you haven’t the manners of a goat. Why don’t you introduce your friend?”
“Oh,” said Johnson, somewhat abashed. “Fellows, this is my roommate.”
“That’s a fine introduction for him. What’s his name, pinhead?”
Johnson looked wonderingly at Scott for a minute, grinned at the surrounding company, and burst out laughing. “Blamed if I know his name yet, I just got him this afternoon, and we have not had the time to explain the short sad histories of our young lives to each other yet.” Then to Scott, “You’ll have to introduce yourself, I guess.”
“Scott Burton, forester,” he announced with quiet dignity, and the sunburned senior acknowledged the introduction for the crowd.
After dinner he talked for a little while with the Hawaiian and a few of the other men and went back to the room with Johnson.
“How did you get to know Ormand?” Johnson asked.
“Who’s he?”
“Why that fellow you spoke to at the table. Didn’t you know him?” Johnson asked in surprise.
“He walked down the street with me when I was coming from the registrar’s office,” said Scott. “Who is he?”