Grudgingly, Dick did so. “If you knew Quiggle was that sort----” he began aggrievedly. “Who?” asked the driver, a grin growing about his mouth. “Quiggle. The fellow you left at Goss Hall. I say, if you knew----” “His name ain’t Quiggle,” jeered the driver. “Gee, that’s a peach! Quiggle! What do you know about that?” “What is his name then?” demanded Dick haughtily. “His name’s--Well, it ought to be Slippery Simpson, but it ain’t!” Whereupon there was a deafening grinding of gears, a snort, and the “flivver” swung about on two wheels and went charging off. Dick looked after it disgustedly and then, taking up his suit-case, mounted the steps of Sohmer. “I’ll Quiggle him when I catch him!” he muttered. “Fresh chump!” In consequence of the episode, Dick reached his room on the second floor decidedly out of sorts. He didn’t mind being cheated out of twelve or thirteen cents, but it disgruntled him to be made a fool of. He wasn’t used to it. At home no one would have though of attempting such a silly trick on him. He experienced, for the first time since leaving Leonardville, a qualm of apprehension. If Quiggle, or whatever his silly name really was, was a fair sample of the fellows he was to meet at Parkinson, the outlook for being treated with the respect that he was accustomed to was not at all satisfactory. Unconsciously he had journeyed to Warne under the impression that his appearance at school would be hailed with, if not excited acclaim, at least with measurable satisfaction. And here the first fellow he had run across had played a perfectly rotten joke on him! Dick’s dignity was considerably ruffled. Number 14 proved to be a corner study, but not on the front. It wasn’t a bad room, Dick decided a bit patronisingly, and the view from the windows was satisfactory. On one side he looked across a bit of the campus and over to the wide street that was lined with gardens and lawns: Faculty Row it was called, although Dick didn’t know it then. From the other window he saw a tree-shaded, asphalt-paved road and one or two old-fashioned white dwellings beyond, and a corner of a square brick building set at a little distance just inside the grounds. That, unless he was mistaken, was the Administration Building, and he must go there shortly and register.