"Pretty strong medicine," he said to himself as he lighted his pipe, "but it worked. I guess I'm some doctor."
CHAPTER III
A Thrilling Exploit
A PLEASANT surprise awaited the boys that evening as they went from the training table to their rooms. Under the elms in front of their dormitory, two men were pacing up and down. The close resemblance between them indicated that they were father and son. As they turned toward the boys there was an instant recognition, and they hurried forward in eager greeting.
"Mr. Quinby—Ralph," they cried in chorus.
"We can't tell you how glad we are to see you," said Bert. "What lucky wind blew you so far from California?"
"Business, as usual," responded Mr. Quinby, evidently pleased by the warmth of his welcome. "I had to attend a meeting of directors in New York, and while I was so near, I thought I'd take a day off and run down here for a look around."
"That's what he says," laughed Ralph, "but, as a matter of fact, Dad gets hungry to see the old college every once in so often, and I think he fakes up the 'business' talk just as an excuse."