He tossed his coat and bag into one of the racks, and began shaking hands. Everybody seemed glad to see him. As he quickly glanced down the aisle his look seemed to quell Bill and the squinting boy.
"He's going to butt in, of course," growled the first named.
"Sure. Feels his oats—"
The fellow with the squint said no more. The handsome fellow, whose name seemed to be Barry Gray, came down the aisle almost at once.
"Hullo, Bill Bronson," he said, with some sharpness. "Up to your usual tricks?"
"It isn't any business of yours, Barry, what Jack and I do," growled the yellow-haired boy.
"I'll make it my business, then," said Barry Gray, laughing. Then he turned directly to Bobby and Fred.
"You kids going to Rockledge this term?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," said Bobby, quickly.
Barry Gray was not as tall as Bill Bronson, and perhaps not as old, but he evidently was not afraid of either of the bullies.