Giving Benz his shoulder, the new arrival, with a sudden, unexpected shove sent Bartlett's veteran football man sprawling. "Oh ho!" cried Pole, "So the party's getting rough!" Regaining his feet, Benz approached Judd angrily. "Put down those suitcases!" he demanded, "I want to take a crack at you." The new arrival attempted to edge out of the group surrounding him. "Leave me be," he said, "I don't want to be hurting anybody!" This brought a chorus of defiant laughter. "I dare you to put those suitcases down!" challenged Benz. Judd hesitated, looking about him warily. The train had gone on and most of the passengers had departed with their friends. In the distance a figure was advancing on the run. "I tell you fellahs, I ..." "So you're afraid, eh?" The new arrival stiffened at this, his fingers twitched, and he fastened upon Benz a coldly penetrating look. Judd's fear of physical contact was no more. The suitcases dropped to the cinder platform and hands went to hips. "I reckon I can't stop you, if you're hankering for a fight," came the words with a drawl. Somehow this clumsy broad-shouldered figure took on an appearance of power as he seemed to forget himself, which bred respect. "Go easy, Benz!" warned Neil, sizing Judd up, "No use starting trouble." "I'm not starting it," retorted Benz, "I'm finishing it." With that the ringleader of the ill-treated reception committee swung a vicious right hook to the new arrival's jaw. Judd's left arm flashed up to block the blow. At the same moment Judd took a quick step forward and brought his right fist into play. It caught Benz almost on the point of the chin and spun him about in a circle. "Say, the rube can fight!" exclaimed Potts, surprised. "Boy, he's sure different from his brother!" "Here, fellows! What's the big idea?" The figure of Cateye hurled itself between as Benz, reeling, staggered back toward Judd, bent on retaliating. "Let me at him!" pleaded Benz, furiously, "I'll show him he can't get away with this stuff. So Bob sent him, eh? What a lemon!" Cateye sized up the situation quickly. "My name's Frey," he explained to Judd who was standing by quietly, hands again on hips, "Bob asked me to meet you, I'm sorry to be late. What seems to be the matter?" "These fellahs wouldn't let me alone, that's all," said Judd, simply. "We come to meet him and he gives us the cold shoulder," declared Curns, "Afraid we're going to make off with his precious suitcases or smash his straw hat or throw dust in his eyes!" "We college guys are bad eggs and no mistake!" put in Neil, sarcastically. "My mother told me not to have anything to do with strange people," added Pole. "Will you please tell Mr. Billings, for his own enlightenment, that he's among civilized people?" requested Potts, icily.