"Think he will make trouble for you, Byrd?"
Amy shrugged. "Not with faculty, I guess. He wouldn't dare. He may try to get back at me some other way, though. I'm not worrying. When did you get here, sir?"
"This morning, on the eight-something. Went to a house in the village that George Robey wrote me about and found a room, and then started out for a stroll and broke in on your innocent amusement. So far I've found the old place quite interesting!" And Mr. Detweiler chuckled.
"Hope you'll like it well enough to stay a good while, sir," said Amy.
"Thanks. Hello! There's a new hall since I was here! What do you call it?"
"The last one on the left, sir? That's Billings. I think it was built about three years ago."
"Aside from that things look about as they used to," mused the other. Then he turned to Clint. "So you're playing on the second, Thayer? How are you getting on? What do you play?"
"Pretty well, sir. I play tackle. I've had a bum knee for a week or so, though."
"How's the 'varsity shaping?"
"Very well, I'd say. We expect to lick Claflin again, sir."