find how quickly he felt at home with them. If he acted green in any way they did not appear to notice it, which was to their credit.
"Some of the fellows are talking football already," said Sam Day. "I told them to give me a chance to sit down first."
"Trust Lazy to say something like that," came from Shadow Hamilton, with a grin. "Puts me in mind of a story I heard about a tramp who was going to cut wood for an old lady. He asked her if she'd lend him a rocking-chair to do it in, as he wasn't used to standing," and then there was a general snicker.
With it all, however, the majority of the boys were tired from traveling and glad to retire. Dave unpacked only a portion of his trunk, and by ten o'clock was in his bed and ready to go to sleep.
"Lights out!" came the cry of a monitor passing through the hallway. "Lights out!"
The light in the dormitory was turned low by one of the boys, and then the light in the hall followed suit. Dave stretched himself and turned over to go to sleep. He had hardly done so when there was a vicious tug at the sheet under him, and he found himself flat on his back on the floor.
"Hullo, Porter, are you moving?" came in a low voice from one of the other beds. "Thought you were tired."
