Down by the river was a boathouse, not unlike that at Putnam Hall but larger.
"This is a fine layout and no mistake," observed Dick with satisfaction.
"Did you see that fine athletic field beyond the campus?" returned Sam. "That means baseball and football galore."
Having walked around the outside of the various buildings the Rover boys made their way to the highway to watch for the coming of Tom. Hardly had they reached the road when they saw a crowd of six students approaching. Among the number were Dudd Flockley and Jerry Koswell.
"See those two, Dick?" whispered Sam. "Won't they be mad when they see us here?"
"Well, I don't care," answered Dick coolly. "If they say anything, let me do the talking." And thus speaking, Dick sat down on the top of a stone fence and his brother hopped up beside him.
The six students came closer, and of a sudden Dudd Flockley espied the Rovers. He stopped short and pulled his crony by the arm, and Jerry Koswell likewise stared at Dick and Sam.
"You here?" demanded Flockley, coming closer and scowling at the youths on the fence.
"We are," answered Dick briefly.
"Freshmen?"
"Yes."
