[CHAPTER VIII]
AMBITIONS
“Shake hands!” exclaimed Joe, as he stepped over to the bed, on which the other raised himself, the clothes draping around him. Then Joe saw how well built his new room-mate was—the muscles of his arms and shoulders standing out, as his pajamas tightened across his chest.
“Glad to know you,” greeted Poole. “You are sure you don’t mind my butting in?”
“Not at all. Glad of your company. I hate to be alone. I wish you’d come in a bit earlier, and you could have gone down to Glory’s with us.”
“Wish I had. I’ve heard of the place, but as a general rule I like a quieter shack to eat.”
“Same here,” confessed Joe. “We’re talking of starting a feeding joint of our own—the Freshmen here—or of joining one. Are you with us?”
“Sure thing. Do you know any of the fellows here?”