"No, I can't say I really know anybody but you. It doesn't matter as long as they don't snore-and as long as it isn't Burke."
They were interrupted by a rap on the door. Tex called out, "Come in!" and Oscar Jensen stuck his blond head inside.
"Busy?"
"Not at all."
"I've got a problem. Pete and I found ourselves assigned to one of these four-way rooms and the two roommates we landed with want us to make room for two other fellows. Are you guys tied down as yet?"
Tex looked at Matt, who nodded. Tex turned back to Oscar. "You can kiss me, Oscar-we're practically married."
An hour later the four had settled down to domesticity. Pete was in high spirits. "The Randolph is just what the doctor ordered," he announced. "I'm going to like it here. Any time my legs start to ache all I have to do is go up to G-deck and it's just like being back home-I weigh my proper weight again."
"Yep," agreed Tex, "if the joint were co-educational it would be perfect."
Oscar shook his head. "Not for me. I'm a woman-hater."
Tex clucked sorrowfully. "You poor, poor boy. Now take my Uncle Bodie- he thought he was a woman-hater, too. . . ."