"Red Dog and Poler Fox have got to be kept down."
"We're not pack-horses."
"Say, is he green?"
"Sure—never taught before."
"Cheese it—he's coming."
The group stood aside, intent on the arrival of the new adversary. They saw a stiff young man, already bald, with a set, affable manner and a pervading smile of cordiality, who entered the classroom with a confident step, after a nodded:
"Ah, boys—good-morning."
The class filed in, eyeing the natural enemy closely for the first indications of value to aid them in the approaching conflicts.
"He's awfully serious," said the Egghead to his neighbour.