swung into sight in a cloud of dust. It was fairly overflowing with boys and young men, all yelling and singing and waving their hats and caps. At the sight those on the campus set up a cheer.
"This is something like!" cried Tom enthusiastically. He wanted to see things "warm up," as he expressed it.
The coach was followed by three carriages, and all deposited their loads at the main building steps and on the campus. There were more cheers and many handshakes.
"There he is!" cried Sam, and rushing forward, he caught John Powell by the hand, shook it, and relieved the newcomer of his suit case.
"Hello, Sam!" cried Songbird, and grinned from ear to ear. "Hello, Dick! Hello, Tom! Say, did I surprise you?" And now he shook hands with the others.
"You sure did," repl&d Dick. "I was afraid I was going to have a stranger for a roommate. Your coming here suits me to a T!"
"I didn't write to you because I wanted to surprise you," explained Songbird. "I've composed some verses about it. They start"
"Never mind the verses now," interrupted Tom. "Come on in and we'll introduce you to the fellows, and then we'll listen to your story.
