They went down to the gymnasium. It was a dandy! Bobby and Fred saw that it was a whole lot better than the one Mr. Priestly had for his Boys' Club in the Church House at home.
Then they inspected the outside courts, the ball field, and the cinder track—which was an oval, on the very verge of the cliff.
They met boys everywhere, and Pee Wee told them the names of some of them, while a few of about their own age stopped to speak to Bobby and Fred.
Jack Jinks and the yellow-haired youth, Bill Bronson, came up to the trio of smaller boys as they stood by the railing that defended the cliff's brink.
"So you're showing the greenies around, are you, Fatty?" proposed Jack. "Shown them the stake where the Old Doctor ties up fresh kids and gives them nine and thirty lashes if they as much as whisper in class?"
"Yes," said Pee Wee, nodding. "And I showed them the straps there where you were tied up last term, Jinksey."
"Aw—smart, aren't you?" snarled the squint-eyed boy, while Bill Bronson grinned.
"This red-headed chap's going to be a favorite—I can see that," said Bill, rolling the cap on Fred's head with one hand, but pressing hard enough to hurt.
"Let go of me!" cried Fred, hotly, jerking away.
"Don't you get too presumptuous, sonny," advised the yellow-haired youth. "There's lots of chance for you to get into trouble here."