"That's Luke Moss, his particular crony, and Luke is about as bad as Gerald. They'll get in a fight with you if they can. They always do with new fellows."
"Well, I don't know as I'd mind much," replied Frank, looking critically at Gerald as the latter swaggered past.
"Oh, you don't want to do that!" exclaimed Jack in some alarm. "He's a hard hitter and a great scrapper."
"Well, I'm something of a hard hitter myself," calmly said Frank. "I'm not looking for a fight, but I'm not going to run away from any fellow here. If I've got to fight I'll do it."
"And so will I!" exclaimed Andy.
The boys walked on a little farther until the sound of a bell was borne to them across the campus.
"Supper!" cried Jack. "Come on, Frank and Andy. You'll have to sit at the freshman table, but that's close to mine. I'll show you the way."
The food was fairly good, though as Frank and Andy said afterward, there might have been more of it. Following the meal they joined Jack, who introduced them to Ward Platt, his chum, who seemed a nice sort of chap.
"We'll stroll about a bit," said Jack, "and then I have to go in and do some studying. Where are you fellows sleeping?"
Andy named their room number.