Louis Collingwood was captain of the school football team; Scarborough
was captain of the school crew.

“Neither of them will give you any trouble,” said Barclay. “Scarborough
used to be a cub, but he has developed very much in the last year or
two, and now he and Collingwood are the best-liked fellows in the
school. They have a proper sense of their responsibility as leaders of
the school, and are more likely to help you than to make trouble.
Morrill is their faithful follower, though a little harum-scarum at
times. Westby—” the master hesitated over that name and looked at Irving
with a measuring glance—“Westby is what you might call the school
jester. He’s very popular with the boys—not equally so with all the
masters. Personally I’m rather fond of him. He’s almost too quick-witted
sometimes.”

That evening Barclay took the new master home to dine with him. Mrs.
Barclay was as cordial and as kind as her husband; Irving began to feel
more than satisfied with his surroundings.

“Pity you’re not married, Upton,” Barclay said, half jokingly. “You’d
escape keeping dormitory if you were—which you’ll find the meanest of
all possible jobs. And then if your wife’s the right kind—the boys have
to be pretty decent to you in order to keep on her good side.”

Mrs. Barclay laughed. “I suppose that’s the only reason they’re pretty
decent to you, William!—You’ll find it easy, Mr. Upton,—for the reason
that they’re a pretty decent lot of boys.”

The next day at noon the old boys began to arrive. Irving was coming out
of the auditorium, where he had been correcting the last set of