"I'm Drew," he said. "I suppose you're Hamilton?"
"What there is of me," answered the millionaire youth. "Is this your first term?"
He knew it was, but he wanted to say something.
"Yes. I'm from Kentucky."
"I'm a York Stater. Come on and I'll show you where we bunk."
The two made their way through crowds of new boys and were soon in their apartment.
It was like all the others provided for the use of the students. It contained two small iron beds, and was simply furnished.
"Here's where we'll be at home," observed Dick. "Have you any choice as to a bed?"
"No, either one will suit me."
"All right, we'll toss up for it. Heads is the one nearest the window. You call."