“Baltimore? I knew a fellow who lived in Baltimore, and he was a crackajack.” “No, some place I never heard of. I forget it now. I suppose that makes him a Southerner, doesn’t it?” “Of course. Anything against Southerners?” “No, only they’re a bit stuck up. If he tries it with me I’ll shut him up mighty quick!” “Bert, your disposition is entirely ruined. I guess it’s the weather. I’m glad I’m not What’s-his-name, Ordway.” “If you’d had the decency to come in with me――――” “Don’t blame me, old scout. Write to dad about it. I wanted to, all right. Put something on and let’s do something.” “What is there to do?” “I’ll play you a set of tennis. It won’t be bad if we take it easily.” “Tennis! I see myself racing around a court a day like this! How hot is it, anyway?” “About two hundred in the shade. Then why stay in the shade? Say, Bert, what sort of a captain is Ted going to make?” “Good.” “I wonder!” “Don’t see why not. He’s popular, and he’s a good player――――” “Yes, but he isn’t awfully――oh, you know what I mean; he isn’t exactly brilliant, eh?” “He doesn’t need to be. Bonner will look after that part of it.” “Well, I never saw any sparks flying from Bonner, for that matter,” returned Nick dryly. “What’s the good of being brilliant, as you call it? In football, I mean. It’s knowledge of the game that does the business. And Bonner certainly knows football; and so does Ted.” “Yes, that’s so. All right. We’ll hope for the best. Come on down and I’ll find that old dollar. Then we’ll go over and see Leddy. He’s probably trying to unpack, and he oughtn’t to do it in this weather.” They managed to kill time until luncheon was served in Manning, and after that they joined a crowd in the common room there and remained until it was time for Nick to go to the station to take the train for Needham Junction. Mr. Russell, Greek instructor, having arrived, Bert went over to Trow to consult him about his new work. Greek had been hard sledding for Bert the year before and he viewed the first four books of Hellenica with misgiving. The consultation in the master’s study in Trow took up the better part of a half hour, for “J. P.,” as Mr. Russell was called, was not to be hurried. When he finally got away Bert climbed up to Pop Driver’s room on the floor above and found Ted Trafford and Roy Dresser in possession. Roy was Pop’s roommate. Pop, he explained, had gone to the village to buy some lemons. They had drawn lots and Pop had lost. If he didn’t die of sunstroke before he got back there was going to be a lemonade of magnificence. Bert decided to wait around. But Pop tarried and after awhile Ted discovered that it was after four o’clock and hurried out. They could hear him taking the stairs three at a time. Bert abandoned hope of that lemonade and followed Ted, Roy Dresser apologizing for Pop and adding that if Bert would keep his ears open he, Roy, would yell across when the lemons arrived.