here, old man! How are you?"

He caught Andy's hand in a firm pressure with a mighty slap, and hauled
him inside.

"Fellows, here's my roommate!" went on Dunk. "Andy Blair. I hope you'll
like him as well as I do. Blair, these are some luckless freshmen like
ourselves. Take 'em in the order of their beauty--Bob Hunter--never hit
the bull's eye in his life; Ted Wilson--just Ted, mostly; Thad
Warburton--no end of a swell, and money to burn! Shake!"

They shook in turn, looking into each other's eyes with that quick
appraising glance that means so much. Andy liked all three. He hoped
they would like him.

"So this is your hangout, eh, Dunk?" asked Ted, when the little
formality of introduction was over.

"Yes, Andy had this picked out and kindly agreed to share it with me."

"I sure was glad to!" said Andy, heartily.

"Some swell little joint," commented Thad Warburton, looking around.

"Wait until we get her fixed up," advised Dunk. "Then we'll have
something to show you! I haven't decided on a bed yet," he added to
Dick. "Pick out the one you want."

"I'm not particular. They all look alike to me."

"Yes, they're just the same. Fed your face yet?"

"No, but I'm hungry. Thought I'd wait for you."

"Say, where is your eating joint?" asked Thad.

"I haven't picked out one yet," answered Andy. "I was thinking of going
to the Hall----"

"Oh, that's no fun!" cried Bob. "Come with us. We have a swell place.
Run by one of our Andover crowd. Good grub and a nice bunch of fellows."

"I'm willing," agreed Andy.

"We could try it for a while," assented Dunk, "and if we didn't like it
we could switch to the University Hall. What do you say, Andy?"

"I'm with you. The sooner the quicker. I'm starved."

"All right, then, we'll let the room go until after grub. I was going
to stick up a few of my things, but they can wait. Get your trunk,
Andy?"

"Did it come? I gave a man the check."

"Not yet. Sounds like it now."

There was a bumping and thumping out in the corridor, and an expressman
came in with Andy's baggage. It was stowed away in a corner and then the
five lads prepared to set out for the "eating joint."

"It's around on York street, not far from Morey's," volunteered Thad.

"Oh, yes, Morey's!" exclaimed Andy. "I've heard lots about that joint. I
wish we could get in there."

"No freshman need apply," quoted Dunk, with a laugh. "That's for our
betters. We'll get there some day."

"Oh, I say----" be