"This is David Porter, from Crumville."
"Ah, yes!" Dr. Clay took Dave's hand and gave it a hearty shake. "I am glad to know you, Master Porter. I presume that accident on the railroad delayed you, as it delayed many of the others."
"Yes, sir," answered Dave. "That and something else."
"He helped to recover some things stolen from our house," put in Roger. "I'll have to tell you all about it some other time, Doctor. But what I want to know now is, can't he take one of the spare beds in our dormitory?"
"You are in No. 12, are you not?"
"Yes, sir."
"I was going to put him in that room."
"Good!"
"As you seem to be so well acquainted, perhaps you will show Master Porter the way," went on Dr. Clay. "His trunk is already in the dormitory. Have you had supper? If not, you may get what you wish by going down into the dining hall."
"Thank you, I've had all I want," said Dave.
"So have I," added Roger. "Come on," and they entered the building, leaving the doctor to greet some other arrivals.
"His putting you in our dormitory is a good thing for you," whispered Roger, as he led the way
