Tom and the missing dress-suit case. "Tom ought to be getting back," he added.
Stanley had been at Brill for two days and had met both Flockley and Koswell. He did not fancy either of the sophomores.
"That Frank Holden is all right," he said, "but Flockley and Koswell are very overbearing and dictatorial. I caught them ordering one of the freshmen around like a servant. If they had spoken that way to me I'd have knocked them down." And the eyes of the Southern lad flashed darkly.
"Where do you room?" asked Dick. He remembered what the house master had said about Stanley and felt that the youth would make a nice roommate for anybody.
"I'm in No. 27, right next to you fellows. Mr. Hicks was going to put me in with you first, but afterward said a friend of yours was going to fill the place."
"Yes," said Dick. "But you will be right next door, so it will be almost the same thing. Who is your roommate?"
"A fellow named Max Spangler. I don't know much about him, as he only came this noon. But he seems all right. Here he comes now."
As Stanley spoke he motioned to a short, stout lad who was walking across the campus. The
