“The best, but not all,” Larry went on. “I’m willing to do what comes my way to keep any of the Sheddon activities going. Just the same, though I don’t know where I’m going to land at the end of my four years, I’m reasonably sure it won’t be on a newspaper job. Another thing is, if I don’t fall down, I expect to be on the team next year.” “That wouldn’t make any difference,” said Havercamp. “Anything else?” Larry looked down. “Yes. You know it as well as I do, Havvy, that I’m not ‘popular’ in any big sense. Fellows on the _Micrometer_ staff ought to be popular.” The managing editor sat back in his chair with his eyes half closed. “That little thing has puzzled me more than a few, Donnie,” he admitted. “But you know it’s so,” Larry persisted. “I know that some of the fellows seem to be always trying to put you in bad, yes; and I’ve never seen any reason for it.” Larry thought he knew the reason, but he was close-mouthed enough about his own affairs not to wish to talk about this particular one. He knew he had earned the enmity of Bryant Underhill and his following, and that meant the enmity of whatever proportion of the student body Underhill and his cronies could influence. “I guess maybe there’s reason enough――for the fellows who do it,” was all he said in reply to Havercamp’s implied question; and just then the first copies of the paper came up, and they both fell to work scanning these preliminary “pulls” for last-minute correction of errors. “Bry Underhill is one of the fellows who has it in for you,” Havercamp resumed, after the “go ahead” order had been ’phoned down to the press room. “I know it,” said Larry. “At first he was sore at me because my father happens to be a railroad man working for day-pay instead of a salary. And now he’s got a bigger grudge――since Dick and I caught him and Crawford looting a house for ‘souvenirs’ on the night of the flood, and I was brash enough to talk about it.” Havercamp shook his head. “Underhill’s a bad actor. But because he flings his dad’s money around with an open hand and drives a sporty auto and poses as a ‘free and easy,’ he has a following――such fellows always do have. What I can’t understand is how he gets by with the Registrar in his classroom record. Nobody ever hears of his doing any real work.” “There are others, as well,” said Larry; and as he was leaving the little editorial den on the top floor of the _Chronicle_ Building to go home: “There are times when a fellow is tempted to believe that money――enough of it――will buy most anything in this world, Havvy. So long. Got to mog over to the shack and get down to brass tacks; couple of tests coming to-morrow.”