Then registrar and professor laughed. "You get it back." Down they went again. "That's a mighty big word fer such little doin's," the boy said soberly, and the school-master smiled. "You'll find just that all through college now, Jason, but don't wait to find out what the big word means." "I won't," said Jason, "next time." Many eyes now looked on the lad curiously when he followed John Burnham back through the crowd to the steps, where the new professor paused. "I passed Mavis on the road. I wonder if she has come." "I don't know," said Jason, and a curious something in his tone made John Burnham look at him quickly--but he said nothing. "Oh well," he said presently, "she knows what to do." A few minutes later the two were alone in the new professor's recitation-room. "Have you seen Marjorie and Gray?" The lad hesitated. "I seed--I saw 'em when they come in." "Gray finishes my course this year. He's going to be a civil engineer." "So'm I," said Jason; and the quick shortness of his tone again made John Burnham look keenly at him. "You know a good deal about geology already--are you going to take my course too?" "I want to know just what to do with that land o' mine. I ain't forgot what you told me--to go away and git an education--and when I come back what that land 'ud be worth." "Yes, but--" The lad's face had paled and his mouth had set. "I'm goin' to git it back." Behind them the door had opened, and Gray's spirited, smiling face was thrust in. "Good morning, professor," he cried, and then, seeing Jason, he came swiftly in with his hand outstretched. "Why, how are you, Jason? Mavis told me yesterday you were here. I've been looking for you. Glad to see you." Watching both, John Burnham saw the look of surprise in Gray's face when the mountain boy's whole frame stiffened into the rigidity of steel, saw the haughty uplifting of the Blue-grass boy's chin, as he wheeled to go, and like Gray, he, too, thought Jason had never forgotten the old feud between them. For a moment he was tempted to caution Jason about the folly of it all, but as suddenly he changed his mind. Outside a bugle blew. "Go on down, Jason," he said instead, "and follow the crowd--that's chapel--prayer-meeting," he explained. At the foot of the stairs the boy mingled with the youthful stream pouring through the wide doors of the chapel hall. He turned to the left and was met by the smiling eyes of his new acquaintance, Burns, who waved him good-humoredly away: "This is the sophomore corner--I reckon you belong in there."