"Neither do I, but he has as much right to come here as we have."
"Who is this Nat Poole?" questioned Roger.
"A rich young fellow who lives not far from Crumville," answered Dave. "He is a high-flyer, and loves to lord it over everybody around him."
"Something like Gus Plum?"
"I don't think he is as rich as Plum, and he is not quite so rough. He's one of the mean, insulting kind."
"I guess I understand. Well, if he comes here he had better mind his P's and Q's or he'll get into hot water," was the comment of the senator's son.
When the Hall was reached the driver of the carryall dumped Ben's trunk at the main entrance of the building, and then drove around to the stable.
"I'm going around with Horsehair," said Roger, with a wink. "Here, take these bundles," and he handed over several articles to Dave, who rushed off without delay, and stowed them in a far corner of one of the dormitory closets, under some clothing. He had just accomplished this when Phil Lawrence appeared.
"Say, Phil, Roger is at the stable, and I guess he wants to see you," said Dave, significantly.
"All right, I'm on," was Phil's answer, and
