"It wants someone to wake them up," Jack said. "I tried it, but I couldn't do anything. The football team fizzled out, and so did the baseball nine. Oh, this is a tough place! I wish dad would let me go to a live college. But it seems he knew Dr. Doolittle years ago, and he thinks he's a great scholar. And so he is!" went on Jack eagerly. "There isn't a better teacher anywhere than he, but some of the other teachers are fierce!"
"How about Professor Callum?" asked Frank.
"What! Old Thorny? He's the limit. Don't get in his bad books if you can help it."
"I guess we're there already," said Andy softly.
"Come on over this way," said Jack suddenly, as he linked his arms in those of the Racer boys. They noted that two other lads were approaching.
"Why, what's the matter?" asked Andy. "Don't you want to meet those fellows?" for Jack had turned aside.
"No," answered their new chum.
"Why not?" Frank wanted to know.
"Oh, that tall one is Gerald Welter, and he thinks he's the cock of the walk. He's a sort of leader among a certain crowd here, and he's always trying to pick a quarrel. I always keep out of his way."
"Who's with him?" inquired Andy.