Before he could be stopped he sprang up with an ear-splitting war-whoop and brought the whip down with a stinging blow over the ears of the indignant horses, who plunged forward with a frightened leap. The coach rose and rocked, narrowly missing overturning in its sudden headlong course. Jimmy clamped on the brakes, snatched the reins and brought the plunging team to a stop after narrowly missing the gutter. Stover, saved from a headlong journey only by the iron grip of The Roman, had a moment of horrible fear. But immediately recovering his self-possession he said gruffly: "All right, let go of me." "What in blazes were you trying to do, you young anarchist?" cried Jimmy, turning on him wrathfully. "Gee! Why don't you drive a couple of cows?" said Stover in disgust. "Why, in my parts we alway drive on two wheels." "Two wheels!" said Jimmy scornfully. "Guess you never drove anything that did have four wheels but a baby-buggy." But Stover, as though discouraged, disdained to reply, and sat in moody silence. The Roman, who was still interested in a possible brother or two, strove in vain to draw him out. Stover wrapped himself in a majestic silence. Despite himself, the mystery of the discoverer was upon him. His glance fastened itself on the swelling horizon for the school that suddenly was to appear. "How many fellows have you got here?" he said all at once to Jimmy. "About four hundred." "As much as that?" "Sure." "Big fellows?" "Sizable." "How big?" "Two-hundred-pounders." "When do we see the school?" "Top of next hill." The Roman watched him from the corner of his eye, interested in his sudden shift of mood. "What kind of a football team did they have?" said Stover. "Scored on the Princeton 'Varsity." "Jemima! You don't say so!" "Eight to four." "Great Heavens!" "Only game they lost." "The Princeton championship team, too," said Stover, who was not deficient in historical athletics. "Say, how's the nine shaping up?" "It's a winner." All at once Jimmy extended his whip. "There it is, over there--you'll get the water tower first." Stover stood up reverentially. Across the dip and swell of the hills a cluster of slated roofs, a glimpse of red brick through the trees, a touch of brownstone, a water tower in sharp outline against the sky, suddenly rose from the horizon. A continent had been discovered, the land of possible dreams. "It's ripping--ripping, isn't it?" he said, still standing eagerly. The Roman, gazing on it for the thousandth time, shook his head in musing agreement. Across the fields came the stolid ringing of the school bell, ringing a hundred laggards across the budding campus to hard seats and blackboarded walls, ringing with its lengthened, slow-dying, never-varying note. "That the bell?" said Stover, rebelling already at its summons. "That's it," said Jimmy. Stover sat down, his chin in his hands, his elbows on his knees, gazing eagerly forward, asking questions.