"Dave, you want to beware of him." Gus Plum uttered the words very earnestly.
"Oh, I am not afraid of Nat—never was."
"Yes, but this is different, Dave. I suppose you know there are a lot of new fellows at Oak Hall this year."
"There are new fellows every year—the seniors go and the freshies come in."
"Yes, but this year we have more new fellows than ever. A school in Laverport broke up, and sixteen of the students were transferred to Oak Hall—sophs, juniors, and seniors. So those fellows, added to the freshies, make quite a bunch."
"What has that got to do with Poole and me?"
"Nat Poole and one of the fellows from Laverport, a chap named Guy Frapley, are very good friends—in fact, I think they are related. This Frapley was a sort of leader at Laverport, and he has got a number of the other newcomers under his thumb. Last night I was down by the boathouse, and I heard Nat and Frapley talking about you. Nat was very anxious to do something to 'make you take a back seat,' as he termed it, and after a while Frapley consented to take the matter up with him."
"What do you suppose they'll do?" questioned Phil, who had listened to Plum's words with interest.
"I don't know exactly, but they'll do something,
