"Oh, you will; eh?" exclaimed Frank. "All right, if he thinks he's too good for us, fellows, let him alone. Come on, Ward, and see if you can kick goal."
"Er—may I ask—where is the office of the head master?" began Chet, for he was at a loss which way to go.
"You may ask, but I don't know as we'll tell you," said Andy. "One thing though, keep off the gridiron. It might soil your shoes."
There was a laugh at this and Chet, darting an angry look at Andy and Frank as the chief of his tormentors, hurried away toward the main group of buildings.
"Doesn't seem very friendly," commented Duke Yardly.
"No, and I'm sorry he came here," said Frank. "He's a snob of the worst kind. Riverview, bad as she may be off in other lines, hasn't had any snobs since Welter left."
"Oh, I'm glad Chet has come," spoke Andy.
"You are; why?" asked Frank.
"Because he'll give us a chance for some fun," replied his brother. "We haven't hazed any one yet and it's time we began. Chet will be our meat. It will do more for the school than a football victory. I've got a peach of a plan to do it."
"Yes, all we'll have to do will be to leave that to you," admitted Frank with a laugh. "Well, let's go on with the game."