[Illustration: AFTER THE RUSH. In walked ... the little Sophomore, and behind him a very big Sophomore. Young recognized him as the one....] In walked Channing, the little Sophomore, and behind him a very big Sophomore, dressed in a football suit. Young recognized him as the one that struck little Lee, and he seemed to recognize Young; at least he grinned and showed the place where a front tooth was gone. And Channing wore Young's hat. CHAPTER IV WELCOME AND UNWELCOME VISITORS Suppose you were a Freshman and hazing were still in vogue, and the first callers in your college course were two Sophomores, and each of them had reasons for wanting to humiliate you, and one of the fellows was a football player with muscles larger than your own; how would you feel if they strode into your room, looking arrogant? You, possibly, might not mind it. If so, Will Young was different from you, for he felt very queer as he arose from his chair. Channing said, "How do you do, Mr. Young?" Then, closing the door so the landlady might not hear, "Well, Deacon," with his sarcastic smile, "we've come for you." Young said nothing. Instinctively he offered chairs. "This is Deacon Young of Squeedunk, the freshest man in the class, Bally. Bow, Freshman, to Mr. Ballard, of whom you have doubtless heard--the famous centre rush of the famous Sophomore football eleven that will do your futile Freshman team up so badly you can't see, later in the term." "No, thanks," said the big fellow to Young, in a very big voice, "never sit on chairs." He had seated himself on Young's table, with one foot on a chair, and was looking around the room as Channing went on: "We secured several of your charming classmates on the campus. They aren't far away from here now." Ballard chuckled at this. "But we missed you on the campus, Deacon. You must have run home after the rush." The Sophomores both laughed at this, but Young said nothing, and wondered how Channing had found out where he roomed. "You have given us some trouble. That is unfortunate for you. But you were kind enough yesterday to oblige me with your name; so I went to the registrar's office and asked where my dear old friend Willie Young roomed. I told them I wanted to look you up and take care of you. We'll take care of you, all right--eh, Bally?" Ballard laughed his loud laugh at this way of talking. He thought Channing very witty, and so did Channing. Young was leaning against the mantelpiece. "But we mustn't waste time here," Channing went on; "pick up your hat and come on like a good little boy; we're all going for a nice little stroll to the canal together." Young had heard, since he last saw Channing, what the Sophomores did with Freshmen at the canal. He did not move.