t. In one
corner was a bowl with running water, and each room contained two
electric lights. All of the rooms had connecting doors, but these, for
the most part, were kept closed, some of the pupils having their beds
or chiffoniers in front of them.

"You see, you are permitted to arrange your room to suit yourselves,"
explained Spouter, "so some of the boys have them one way and some
another. Some of the boys are even permitted to double up--that is, put
two of the beds in one room and use the other room exclusively for
dressing and studying."

"That's an idea," answered Randy. "Maybe Andy and I will do that." This
plan was followed out by the twins, who used the last room of the four
for a sleeping apartment and made of the other room a sort of general
meeting place for all of the Rovers.

"Where does that Nappy Martell hold forth?" questioned Fred of Fatty,
while he was helping the stout youth transfer his belongings across the
hallway.

"He and Slugger Brown and Codfish and that gang are all around the
corner, on the main corridor," was the reply. "That is, Nappy was there
last season. I don't know whether somebody else used his room after he
left or not."

"It was room sixty," put in Spouter. "Slugger has sixty-two. I don't
believe anyone went into sixty after Nappy left. You see, it was almost
the end of the term and all the cadets were settled."

"I'm going to take a look around," answered Fred. "I can't do anything
here anyway, with no suitcase and no trunk."

"I guess I'd better go with you," came from Jack. He did not wish to
allow his cousin to interview the big, over-dressed youth alone.

Leaving the others to settle down in the rooms as best they could, Fred
and Jack hurried through the hallway to the main corridor of the second
floor of the Hall. Old cadets and new pupils were coming and going in
all directions, and many were the glances of curiosity directed towards
the Rovers.

"Gee! some of those fellows certainly look nifty in their uniforms,"
was Fred's comment.

"They look like the uniforms our folks brought home from Putnam Hall,"
answered Jack. "My father's old uniform is up in our storeroom now. I
tried it on one day just for fun. They tell me they are patterned after
the uniforms worn at West Point."

"There goes an officer," whispered Fred, as a tall youth went by with a
sword dangling from his belt. "Look at the gold braid, will you? Isn't
it swell?" he added, in deep admiration.