"Well, Rinky Dink, you've got a rotten name." "Yes, sir," said Stover, who never before had felt such a longing to agree. "How old?" "Fifteen, sir." "Weight?" "One hundred and thirty, sir." "Ever been in love?" "No, sir." "Ever served a penal sentence?" "No, sir." "Then where did you get these clothes?" The group slowly circulated about the embarrassed Stover, scanning the amazing costume. Cheyenne Baxter took up the inquisition. "Say, Dink, honest, are these your _own_ clothes?" he said with a knowing look. "Yes, sir." "Now, honest," continued Cheyenne in a whisper, bending forward and putting his hand to his ear as though inviting a confidence. Stover felt suddenly as though his own ears were swelling to alarming proportions--swelling and perceptibly reddening. "What do they feed you on, Rinky Dink?" said the White Mountain Canary softly. "Feed?" said Stover unwarily, not perceiving the intent of the question. "Do they give you many green vegetables?" Stover tried to laugh appreciatively, but the sound fizzled dolefully out. "Because, Dink," said the White Mountain Canary earnestly, "you must not eat green vegetables, really you must not. You're green enough already." "Why did they fire you?" said Tough McCarty. Stover raised his eyes instinctively. There was a new accent to the inquisition, different from all the other questions he had run. He looked at Tough McCarty's stocky frame and battling eyes, and suddenly knew that he was face to face with a human being between whom and himself there could never be a question of compromise or quarter. "Well, Freshman," said McCarty impatiently. "What did you ask me?" said Dink purposely. "Sir." "Sir." "What did they fire you for?" "They fired me," began Stover slowly, and then stopped to reconsider. The story he had told on the coach, somehow, did not seem quite in place here. The role of firebrand and hothead, drawing villainous knives on frightened boys, would not quite convince his present audience. To tell the truth was impossible--to admit himself the product of Miss Wandell's and coeducation would be fatal--and likewise the truth was, in his philosophy (and be this remembered), only a lazy expedient to a man of imagination. So he said slowly: "They fired me for bringing in a couple of rattlesnakes and--and assaulting a teacher." "My! You are a bad man, aren't you?" said Tough McCarty seriously. "I'm afraid you're too dangerous for the Green, Dink. Really I do." "He does look devilishly wicked, Tough." "Assaulting a teacher--how broo-tal." "Why, Rinky Dink," said the Coffee-colored Angel sadly, "don't you know that was very wicked of you? You should love your teachers." Stover suddenly perceived that his audience was unsympathetic. "Don't you know you should love your teachers?" Stover essayed a grin, then looked at the ground and stirred up a stone with his foot. "So you're fond of rattlesnakes?" said McCarty, persisting. "Ye-es, sir." "Very fond?"