“It’s a free country,” declared Frank. “We can’t stop him.”
“Hello, fellows,” greeted the new student, as he sauntered up. “Guess I’ll take in the show if you haven’t any objections.”
“No, come along,” invited Holly, for he realized that considerable depended on Shambler in the coming games.
“How’s the foot, Simpson?” went on the lad who had caused the mischief to Frank.
“Oh, it’s all right, practically. But that doesn’t mean that I want you to jump on my back again,” exclaimed the Big Californian, with a laugh.
“No danger,” promised Shambler. “I thought I’d like to size up some of these Exter lads, and see what sort of material we’ve got to go up against,” he explained to Kindlings, who nodded comprehendingly.
There were a number of lads from Boxer Hall, and several from Fairview on hand at Exter when the committee went into session. The meeting was held behind closed doors, and meanwhile those who had come as spectators strolled about over the Exter grounds.
“Some college all right,” admired Shambler, who was making himself very much at home all over the place.
“But it can’t come up to Randall, even if it is newer,” declared Phil. “You can’t make a college in a year or so.”
The Exter lads were sociably inclined, and made their guests informally welcome. There was talk among the representatives of the four institutions about the coming games.