Stover looked at him wondering, but not daring to ask if some one else had prompted him to the act.
"It's strange you came just now, Bob," he said. "You've put words in my mouth that were already there. I've just been talking over a scheme that I think's a big idea. It's Brockhurst's."
He detailed the plan and his own suggestion. Story was enthusiastic. They talked at length, drawing up a list of possible members, with the enthusiasm of pioneers.
"I say, Dink, there's one thing more," said Bob, as he started to go. "I've been thinking a lot lately about things here, and what I want for the next two years—this is about ended. I'd like to propose something to you."
"Propose it."
"What do you say to you and me, Joe Hungerford, and Tom Regan, all rooming together another year?"
"Tom?" said Stover, surprised a moment. "The very thing if he'd do it."
"The four of us are all different enough to make just the combination we need. I'm tired of bunking alone. I want to rub up against some one else."
"There's nothing I could have thought of better, Bob. You're right, we four ought to be friends—real friends—and stand together. Here's my hand on it."