Soon the Rover boys and their chums were up in the dormitory where they had their rooms. As before, Tom and Sam were together, in Number 25. with Dick and Songbird in Number 26, and Stanley and the others not far off.
"Home again!" sang out Tom, as he dropped in an easy chair. "My, but this looks natural!" he added, glancing around.
"I want to tell you something," said Stanley, who had followed the three brothers and Songbird into one of the rooms. "Maybe we'd better shut the door," he added, significantly.
"Yes, he's got news," added Songbird. "Say, it beats the nation how some fellows hold a grudge," he went on.
"What's the trouble now?" demanded Dick, quickly.
"Day before yesterday I was over to Ashton," answered Stanley, after the door to the room had been closed and locked. "I went by the upper road and I had to pass that new roadhouse, the place called the Red Horseshoe. Well, who was sitting on the piazza but Jerry Koswell and Bart Larkspur. They had been having a gay time, I, guess, and both were talking loudly. When they saw me they called to me to stop, and then they asked me if you fellows had come back to Brill."
"What did you tell them?" asked Tom.
