Negro with a start. Without a word or a look behind, he pressed the starter of the car, threw it in gear and got under way with a jerk. So great a jerk indeed that it threw Dean Amos Pennypacker, who had been leaning against the mudguard talking with some friends, tumbling to the gutter. That dignified individual scrambled to his feet and dashed a few steps after the speeding car, only to be met with a cloud of black smoke from the exhaust He stood, a sight for Tate eyes to behold, shouting and gesticulating after his own car and chauffeur.
Meantime, Harold was driven swiftly by the now thoroughly aroused Negro, who thought of course that his passenger was Dean Pennypacker, his employer. The car swung into a gravel drive onto the campus. Harold found himself in a bewildering region of trim green grass, faced on all sides by towering buildings. The paths criss-crossing the grass were filled with perambulating students. Motor cars blared down the bluestone roads. Youths were leaning out of the windows of the dormitories and shouting to each other. Janitors were bearing heavy trunks through the entrances. Express wagons, hand trucks and other vehicles jerked rapidly about All was bustle and confusion.
The dean's car drew smoothly up to the
