slammed the door in
their faces and shot the bolt into place.

Fred was thoroughly angry, and if it had not been for his cousin he
would have tried then and there to batter the door down. But Jack
caught him by the arm and pulled him back.

"No use of creating a disturbance so soon," said Jack. "We'd only get
into hot water, and maybe Colonel Colby would become so disgusted he
would send us right home. If Martell took that suitcase, he won't dare
to keep it, for that would be stealing. More than likely he'll sneak it
back to you by to-morrow."

"He ought to have his head knocked off of him," muttered the youngest
Rover. "Jack, I feel in my bones that that fellow is going to cause us
a lot of trouble."

"I shouldn't wonder," was the answer. "Remember, Fred; he is as angry
at me for the row we had down in Wall Street as he is at you over that
mud-puddle affair."

"Oh, dear! And I thought everything was going to be lovely when we got
here," sighed Fred.

There seemed nothing else to do, and so the two boys returned to where
they had left the others. A little while later their trunks came in,
and all spent an hour or more in unpacking these and stowing away the
various articles brought along.

"You'll be measured for your uniforms to-morrow," announced Spouter.
"And then, if the school has the right sizes on hand, you'll get them
at once. Otherwise, they'll be made to order and you'll have to wait at
least ten days for them."

"Oh, I hope they've got my size in stock!" cried Andy. "I'd like to see
how it feels being a cadet."

"Don't worry," answered his twin. "I guess we'll get enough of that
before we leave Colby Hall. Remember, you've got to learn how to drill,
and march, and shoot at a target, and all that."

"I think it'll be lots of fun," broke in Jack. "My father told me he
liked that part of the life at Putnam Hall very much."

"We're pretty well filled up here, it seems to me," came from Fred, as
he sat on his empty trunk surveying his surroundings.

"The men will come to take the trunks away in a little while," answered
Fatty; and this proved to be so. With the trunks gone the boys had more
room in which to move about, for which they were thankful.

"How about supper?" questioned Andy, presently, as a bell rang out
sharply.

"We have supper at six o'clock sharp," returned Fatty, quickly.

"Last year we were at a table with Professor Grawson," put in Spouter.
"He's a pretty nice man. I hope I g