Big-boned, apparently well-muscled, and of solid build, the new arrival presented a picture of strength but handled himself so clumsily as to provoke the curious interest of any passerby. In each hand he gripped a bulging suitcase. "Hey, Judd!" called Benz, and started in his direction, followed by the group. Startled at the sound of his name, the new arrival looked toward the charging reception committee. He drew back uncertainly as Benz dashed up, holding out his hand. "You're Judd Billings, aren't you?" The new arrival nodded, eyeing the fellows surrounding him with growing suspicion and uneasiness. "Welcome to our college!" called Curns. This brought a blaze of greetings. "How's Bob?" "Let's take your grips!" "Cateye'll be here in a minute!" "Tackled any hogs lately?" "Here! Here! You fellahs lay off! I can handle these bags myself!" The new arrival jerked at his suitcases to pull them free from hands which reached for them. "Let go or I'll ...!" "But, Judd ...!" protested Benz, surprised, "We only mean to ...!" "None of your tricks now!" warned the fellow Bob had sent, "I've heard of you college guys. You're not going to haze me. I'm looking for Mr. Jack Frey ..." "We're all friends of his!" insisted Benz, "Here, let me introduce us. Reading, left to right, is Potts, Curns, Pole, Neil ... Hold on, Judd! Where you going?" Evidencing no interest in meeting the bunch, the new arrival had been anxiously searching the station platform for signs of anyone who might be looking for him. He now moved toward the small waiting room which served as an excuse for a depot as this junction stop was not often used by the railroad. "Listen, Judd!" Benz blocked the way. "You're not going to pull that high hat stuff around here. We've come to meet you out of respect for Bob and we..." "You let me through!" demanded the new arrival, prodding Benz with his suitcases. "And what if I don't?" Benz wanted to know, "You haven't been around much, have you? 'Bout time you were learning a few things!" "You gonna let me through or not?" There was fire in the new arrival's eye. He wasn't in the mood to be kidded. This stepping off the train into a college atmosphere and being met by a bunch of hoodlums who wanted to slap him on the back and take his grips away from him and rush him off with a lot of "hurrahs" didn't set well. Judd Billings was homesick for one thing; he'd been warned to have nothing to do with strangers, for another; and his natural backwardness in meeting people only added to his quite unaccountable attitude of reserve and resistance. Jack Frey was the one person Judd was prepared to meet. If later Jack should vouch for these fellows, all well and good. Until then he intended to keep them at arm's length. "See here, Judd!" spoke up Potts, "You're acting like a rube!" "I'll say he is!" seconded Benz, "Try to befriend him and..."