Relieved that his torture was over for the moment, yet wondering what the "formalities" could be, Bronson started to take the seat by the rail, when the lad called Taffy exclaimed:
"Where are your credentials?"
"Credentials?" repeated the new student in surprise.
"Yes, your credentials. Didn't the Head give you a card?"
"Why, no. Mr. Vining said all I need do was to meet my instructors and enroll in the classes."
"It was very wrong in the Head to misinform you," began Taffy in mock solemnity, when he was interrupted by a voice shouting: "Here comes Bart Montgomery!"
Instantly cries of welcome greeted the announcement, and in the confusion Bronson was forgotten.
Glancing at the boy whose arrival had spared him further badgering, Bronson saw a tall, lithe fellow, with dark-hued, handsome face.
"Who is Montgomery?" he asked of the boy next him.
"What, you coming to Baxter and don't know Bart Montgomery?" returned the other. "Don't let anybody else hear you say so. He made the hit that won over Landon School last spring—the first time in four years. He's the best baseball and football player at Baxter, that's who Bart Montgomery is."