of the Sophomore dormitory held up two fingers. "Three is besser--vat
one does not vant to do ven der oder two does makes like a
safety-valve; ain't it yes?" and he laughed ponderously.

"Oh, we'll be good," promised Tom, with a wink at Morse. "Let's see
the room."

It proved all that could be desired in the way of a study and sleeping
apartment for three healthy, fun-loving lads, and Tom at once signed
for it, feeling sure that his two chums, when they did arrive, would
approve of his choice.

"Well, now that's done, come on into town, and I'll treat you to ice
cream," invited Morse, for though it was late in September the day was
warm. "I'm in funds now," went on the football captain, "and I may not
be--later," he added with a grim smile.

"Oh, I don't know," said Tom, hesitatingly. "I rather thought I'd hang
around. Maybe Jack or Bert will come, and--"

"They can't get here until the five o'clock train, now," declared
Morse. "You've got time enough to go to town and be back again. Come
ahead."

"All right," assented Tom. "Wait until I get the porter to fetch my
trunk from the station."

The check having been given to the porter, Tom and his chum strolled
toward the trolley line that would take them into the small city of
Elmwood.