lmwood
Hall students whom they met, the boys went to the place of the moving
pictures.

"Well, it's almost time for the choo-choo cars to sand-paper in,"
remarked Tom a little later, looking at his watch as he and Morse paced
the depot platform.

"Yes, there she blows," remarked his companion, as a distant whistle
sounded.

"There they are!"

"There's Tom!"

"Hello, you old skate!"

"You got here ahead of us!"

"And there's Morse Denton!"

"'Rah for Elmwood Hall!"

"I see Joe Rooney."

"Yes, and there's Lew Bentfield."

"Hello, Bruce! Bruce Bennington," yelled Tom.

"Hello Tom! Didn't expect to see me back; did you?" and a tall,
well-browned lad, somewhat older than the others, leaped from the
still-moving train, and grasped our hero's hand.

The other remarks, preceding Thorn's, had come so fast and in such
confusion that it is impossible to declare who said which or what.
Then, when Tom had greeted Bruce, the Senior who owed so much to him--a
Senior who had returned for a post-graduate course--our hero spied some
others of his chums on the train.

"Jack! Jack Fitch!" he yelled. "Hello, Bert--Bert Wilson! I've been
waiting for you!"

"There he is! There's Tom!" yelled Jack, hauling in the head of his
chum Bert from one window, only to poke his own cranium out of another.
"Hurray!"

There was a rush of many feet, a tossing about of valises and suit
cases, the hoarse cries of hack drivers and expressmen, and, above all,
the greetings of the students, the smack of meeting palms and the
pistol-like reports of clappings on backs and shoulders.

"Three cheers for Elmwood Hall!" cried someone. They were given, and a
"Tiger" was called for, followed by the school yell.

"Say, Tom," began Jack Fitch, when he could get his breath. "What
about a room? Let's slip off and get one before this mob takes 'em
all."

"Go easy, son; go easy," advised Tom calmly. "All is provided for.
Just tell the man to send your luggage to Hollywood Hall, and all will
be well. Same to you, Bert. I've got a swell apartment for us three,
near where Morse hangs out."

"Good for you!" cried Bert.

"Trust Tom to look out for the sleeps and eats," laughed Jack. "Oh,
but it's good to be back!"

"Just what I said," declared Tom. "There's lots of good times in
prospect."

Together the four chums, followed by others of their acquaintance,
moved toward the Sophomore dormitory. The five o'clock train had
brought i