"So am I. My name is Stanley Browne. What's yours?"
"Dick Rover, and this is my brother Sam."
"Oh, are you Dick Rover? I've heard about you. My cousin knows you real well."
"Who is your cousin?"
"Larry Colby."
"Larry!" cried Dick. "Well, I guess he does know us well. We've had some great times together at Putnam Hall and elsewhere. So you are Larry's cousin? I am real glad to know you."
And Dick held out his hand.
"Larry is one of our best chums," said Sam, also shaking hands. "I remember now that he has spoken of you. I am glad to know somebody at this place." And Sam smiled broadly. Soon all three of the boys were on good terms, and Stanley Browne told the Rovers something about himself.
"I come from the South," he said. "My folks own a large cotton plantation there. Larry was down there once and we had a lot of fun. He told me of the sport he had had with you. You must have had great times at Putnam Hall."
"We did," said Sam.
"I thought there were three of you, from what Larry said."
"So there are," answered Dick, and told about
