"I ton't like dem Indians," sighed Hans. "I see me some of dem
vonde by a show in Chermany, und I vos afraid."

At this a laugh went up. How much further the joke would have
been carried it is impossible to say, but just then a bell rang
and the boys had to go into the classroom. But Tom remembered
about the Indians, as the others found out about a week later.

As the majority of the scholars had been to the Hall before, it
did not take long for matters to become settled, and in a few days
all of the boys felt thoroughly at home, that is, all but Jim
Caven, who went around with that same sneaking look on his face
that Tom had first noticed. He made but few friends, and those
only among the smaller boys who had plenty of pocket money to
spend. Caven rarely showed any money of his own.

With the coming of spring the cadets formed, as of old, several
football teams, and played several notches, including one with
their old rivals, the pupils of Pornell Academy. This game they
lost, by a score of four to five, which made the Pornellites feel
much better, they having lost every game in the past. (For the
doings of the Putnam Hall students previous to the arrival at that
institution of the Rover boys see, "The Putnam Hall Series," the
first volume of which is entitled, "The Putnam Hall Cadets." -
Publisher)

"Well, we can't expect to beat always," said Tom, who played
quarterback on the Putnam team. "We gave them a close brush."