"Where are you from?"
"Clinton, sir," pronounced Bobby, again taking the lead.
"What's your name—and your chum's?" asked Barry.
"My name is Bob Blake, and this is Fred Martin," said Bobby.
"Glad to know you," said the older boy, shaking hands with both of them, and even Fred began to forgive him for calling them "kids."
"Ever been to school before?" asked Barry.
"Not to boarding school," Fred said.
"Come on up and I'll introduce you to the other fellows. Don't mind Bill Bronson and Jack Jinks, here," added Barry Gray, grinning at the two retiring bullies. "If they bother you much, come to me. I'm captain of the school this year, and Dr. Raymond expects me to keep all of the fellows straight. Being a captain is like being a monitor. You understand!"
"Oh, yes, sir," said Bobby.
"And you needn't 'sir' me so much," said the kindly captain. "Come on, now—"