The Hero of a Tea-Fight.
97
had surprised the others. He hesitated a moment, plunged up the stairs, two steps at a time, and slammed the door of his room behind him.
Hart and Franklin stopped and joined one of the groups sitting under the elms on the front campus.
"Queer duck, that friend of yours," observed Franklin. "I wonder what he's going to make out of this place."
"I wonder what I'm going to make out of it," said Hart slowly; "that sort of puzzles me."
