Without embarrassment or anxiety he went to his room, removed his coat, folded it neatly on a chair, turned up his sleeves and proceeded to spread on his bureau a toilet-set of chaste silver. He was neatly arranging eight pairs of shoes, carefully treed, when his name was shouted from the hall.
"Oh, Moore! Hello there!"
He emerged hurriedly to find Captain Hasbrouck in football togs, eyeing him critically and without enthusiasm.
"Football practice, Moore!"
"It will take me an hour or so, I'm afraid," said Moore, smiling politely, "that is, to put my things in order and get thoroughly unpacked."
"Sir!"
Piggy was surprised. The voice was harsh, rude and ominous, and the figure of Hasbrouck quite obscured the doorway.
"Yes, sir!" he said hastily. "I'll be right down, sir."
"Have you got any football togs?" said Hasbrouck, looking at the toilet set.
"No, sir."