The boys laughed and Danny swung himself to the table and patted it invitingly. "Sit down, boys, an' tell me all about it," he said. "Who may you be, now?"
"His name is Hall and mine is Edwards," replied Steve, as he and Tom followed Danny's example and swung their feet from the table. "We're new boys."
"I suspected as much," replied Danny drily. "An' where might be your place of residence?"
"Tannersville, Pennsylvania."
"Think o' that now!" marvelled Danny. "Sure, you're a long ways from home. Is this place you say anywhere near Philadelphia?"
"Oh, no, it's a long ways from there. It's out in the western part of the state."
"I was in Philadelphia once to see the games at the college over there," pursued Danny. "It's a fine town."
"Would you mind—telling us who you are?" asked Tom.
"I would not. I have no unseemly pride. My name is Mister Daniel Parnell Moore, and I have the extraordinary honour of bein' the trainer at this institution o' learnin' and Fine Arts, the Fine Arts bein' athletics, football, baseball, hockey an' tinnis. An' now you know!"
"Thank you," said Tom politely. "I hope you didn't mind my asking you."