ys heard and smiled, and Lawrence threw back at them a
humorous smile; Irving blushed. He led Lawrence away, towards the Upper
School. The other Freshmen were being conducted in the same direction by
Collingwood and his team.

"Well," said Westby to Carroll in an outpouring of slang from the
heart, "Kiddy's brother is certainly a peach of a good looker. I hope
he'll bring him to lunch."

CHAPTER IX

WESTBY IN THE GAME

It was with satisfaction that Westby and Carroll saw Lawrence entering
the dining-room with Irving. They had observed the long table spread in
the common room of the Upper School, where the visiting team were to be
entertained at luncheon, and had supposed therefore that they would have
no chance of satisfying their curiosity about the master's brother.

When Irving introduced Lawrence to them, Westby said,--

"We hoped we were going to see you here, but we were afraid you might
have to eat outside with your team."

"Oh, I got special permission from the captain for this occasion," said
Lawrence. "I'm afraid I'm depriving somebody of his seat," he added to
Irving.

"It's Caldwell--I arranged with him about it. He's gone to Mr. Randolph's
table."

"Besides, he's only a Fourth Former," said Westby.

Lawrence laughed. "You're Sixth, I suppose?" Westby nodded. "Going to
Harvard next year?"

"Yes."

"Good for you. I'll tell you one thing; you couldn't have a better man
to get you in than this brother of mine--if I do say it. He tutored me
for Harvard--and I guess you've never had a worse blockhead, have you,
Irv?"

"Oh, you were all right in some things, Lawrence."

"I'd like to know what. How I used to try your patience, though!"
Lawrence chuckled, then turned and addressed the boys, especially Westby
and Carroll, as they were the oldest. "Did any of you ever see him mad?"

"Oh, surely never that," said Westby urbanely. "Irritated perhaps, but
not mad--never lacking in self-control."

Westby, thinking himself safe, ventured upon his humorous wink to Blake
and the others who were grinning; Lawrence intercepted it and at once
fixed Westby with a penetrating gaze.

Westby colored and looked down; Lawrence held his eyes on him until
Westby looked up and then, in even greater embarrassment under this
prolonged scrutiny, down again. Then Lawrence turned to his brother.

"Tell me, Irv," he said in a tone that simply brushed aside as
non-existent everybody else at the table--just as if