Leonard Trask and Joe Bartlett, with the latter at the wheel. They were poking their heads out from under the top of the car, evidently looking for somebody. Harold made a gesture of greeting, but they either failed to see him or chose to ignore him. He flushed. It was slowly dawning upon him that there was something snobbish about these Westover graduates.
Then he heard Joe yell, "Hey, Don. Come on! We're waiting for you."
Harold turned to see young Haddon coming down the steps of Commons with two other Freshmen whom he did not know. At the sight of his friends, Haddon deserted his two companions without a word and, taking the rest of the steps in a single leap, jumped into the car with Leonard and Joe. With a roar and a spurt of black smoke out of its muffler, the powerful little car was off. Haddon's two deserted classmates stood staring after him, a look of chagrin upon their faces.
"They're prep school pals of his," Harold ventured to explain.
"He might have been a little more civil about ducking away from us," complained one of the boys.
"Probably they're going down to Lakeport and don't want to miss any of the fun," said the other. "Gee, it would be nice to drive
