"Maybe, but that doesn't make him one. He thinks because he's got plenty of money, and comes from Chicago, that he can run things here, but he's not going to run me," and Phil stuck out his square, well-formed jaw in a manner that betokened trouble. "Aren't you going to help get----" began Ed Kerr, who was quite a chum of Langridge. "Easy!" cautioned Sid. "Here are some sophs." A group of second-year students passed the freshmen with suspicious glances, but, seeing no offending colors, nor any other evidences of anything that could be taken to mean that their traditional prey had violated any rules, they saw nothing objectionable. "Don't mention clapper," went on Sid. "That's right," agreed Ed Kerr. "But I was going to say that Fred knows the ropes better than we do. If we stick to him we'll come out all right. It's no fun to try for--for it, and have the sophs give us the merry ha-ha." "Oh, we'll try to get it," assented Phil Clinton, "but I don't like being ordered around." "Langridge doesn't mean anything by it," spoke his friend. "Well, I don't like it." And with that the lads passed into the dormitory, for it was nearly time for supper, and the rule was that they must come to the tables neatly dressed. A little later Langridge and Holly strolled up to the buildings where the three hundred students of Randall College were housed. "Then you'll be on hand, eh?" asked Langridge. "Oh, yes, I reckon so. But it seems like a lot of work for what we get out of it." "Get out of it! You old anthropoid!" exclaimed Langridge. "What's the matter with you? Going back on the college customs?" "What's an anthropoid?" asked Holly Cross, as he deftly juggled three stones with one hand. "How's that for good work?" he asked irrelevantly. "An anthropoid is a second cousin to a cynic," answered Langridge, "and a cynic is a fellow whose liver is out of order, which makes him have a bad taste in his mouth and get out of the wrong side of bed." "Get out, you camel-backed asteroid!" cried Holly. "There's nothing the matter with my mouth, and I can get out of either side of my cot without knowing which side it is." "Are you coming to-night?" "Sure, I'll be there." "All right; that's what I want to know." Holly and Langridge passed into the east dormitory, where they had been preceded by the other group of freshmen. This building was given over to rooms for the first year and senior students, while in the west dormitory the sophomores and juniors, as being the least likely to indulge in hazing and horse-play, did their studying and sleeping.