Across from Rockledge School was the village of Belden. On a high bluff over there the new boys saw several red brick buildings among the trees.
"That's Belden School," explained Pee Wee. "We have to beat them at football this fall. We did them up at baseball in the spring. They're a mean set of fellows anyway," added the fat boy. "Once they came across here and stole all our boats. We'll have to get square with them for that, some time."
"Come on," said Fred, who had begun to enjoy pushing the fat boy, now—knowing that he had been set the task of showing them around—and was determined to keep their guide up to the mark. "We don't want to stay here till bedtime, do we?"
"Aw-right," returned Pee Wee, with a groan. "That's my bed next to yours, Blake. Mouser Pryde is chummed on me this year. We call him Mouser because he brought two white mice with him to school when he first came.
"Shiner and Harry Moore have the beds on your other side. Shiner's the chap you saw down stairs—Jimmy Ailshine. He's a good fellow, but awfully lazy," remarked the fat boy, with a sigh.
"What do you call yourself?" demanded Fred, rather impolitely.
"Oh, me? I'm not well—honest. And that stone bruise—"
It was then he began to favor the other foot, and Bobby giggled. Pee Wee looked at him solemnly. "What are you laughing at?" he asked.
Bobby pointed out that the stone bruise seemed to have shifted.
"Aw, well! it hurts so bad I feel it in both feet," returned the fat boy, grinning. "Come on."