"I think I sized him up about right," he said. "He 's got the proper stuff in him,—and what is more, I think he'd play football."
"Did you notice his neck?" asked the banjo player, who was putting his eyes out trying to read in an upper berth. "He's a second Hector,—am I right, or am I right?"
The sound of voices was heard outside just then, and a detachment of the club came in. They evidently did not feel in the mood for "wild Indian" antics, for, seeing that the others were apparently asleep, they went to bed quietly themselves which was wonderful to relate.
Buck Franklin was as good as his word, however, and in three weeks' time, Newton Wilberforce Hart received a package by mail. It was some old entrance examination papers, notes on text-books, and a catalogue of the University. It was this that caused him to broach the subject seriously to Mr. Van Clees, with the result that he was left to decide matters for himself,—the usual method in such cases. Mabel had at first objected, but had suddenly changed her mind in rather an unaccountable way.
