"This is West," said Tucker; "Jack Stehman lives in that room up there and Harry Lawrence in the one below——"
"Oh, Stehman the tackle?" asked the prep.
"Yes. Have you met him?"
"No."
"You will to-night."
The prep.'s heart gave a bound. He was to meet Stehman.
They passed down by Clio Hall and dingy Edwards and turned toward a long gray building a little to the left.
"This is Dod Hall," Tucker said, and opened one of the big doors.
They went up two or three flights of stairs and turned down the hall, and Tucker kicked a door at the end of it. Something clicked and the door opened of itself. Four or five voices shouted, "Come in."
Mingled bits of conversation and tobacco smoke and the odor of lemon-peel met them in the little hall-way as they entered it. But Symington the prep. looked behind the door and made up his mind that his door would have an electric apparatus like that when he came to college.