Stanley had met quite a few of the other students, and after supper he introduced the Rovers and Max and also Spud.  Thus the Rovers were speedily put on friendly terms with a score or more of the freshmen and also several of the others.  One of the seniors, a refined young man named Allan Charter, took the crowd through the library and the laboratory and also down to the gymnasium and the boathouse.

“We haven’t any boat races, for we have no other college to race against,” said the senior.  “The students sometimes get up contests between themselves, though.  Dick Dawson used to be our best oarsman, but last June a fellow named Jerry Koswell beat him.”

“Koswell!” cried Sam.  “I thought he was too much of a dude to row in a race.”

At this remark the senior smiled faintly.

“Evidently you have met Mr. Koswell,” he remarked pointedly.

“We have,” answered Tom.

“Well, he can row, if he can’t do anything else.”

“I’d like to try my skill against him some day,” said Tom, who during the past year had taken quite a fancy to rowing.

“Perhaps Koswell will be glad to let you have the chance,” said Allan Charter.

A little later the senior left the freshmen, and the latter strolled back in the direction of the college buildings.  It was now growing dark, and the Rovers concluded to go up to their rooms and unpack their trunks, which had just come in from the depot.

“You fellows want to keep your eyes wide open to-night,” cautioned Stanley, who came up with them.

“Hazing?” asked Dick.

“So I was told.”

“Will they start in so early?” asked Sam.

“Any time after midnight.  I hate to think of it, but I reckon a fellow has got to submit.”

“That depends,” answered Dick.  “I’ll not stand for everything.  I’ll not mind a little hazing, but it mustn’t be carried too far.”

“That’s the talk,” cried Tom.  “If they go too far—­well, we’ll try to give ’em as good as they send, that’s all.”

“Right you are!” came from Sam.

They unpacked their trunks and proceeded to make themselves at home as much as possible.  As Dick was alone in his room, he went over to his brothers’ apartment for company, locking his door as he did so.

“I’ll tell you what I’d do if I were you, Dick,” said Tom.  “Stay here to-night.  My bed is big enough for two on a pinch.  Then, if there is any hazing, we can keep together.  To-morrow, if Songbird comes, it will be different.”

This suited the oldest Rover, and he brought over such things as he needed for the night.  The boys were tired out, having put in a busy day, and by ten o’clock Sam and Tom were both yawning.

“I think I’ll go to bed,” said Sam.  “If anything happens wake me up.”

“Oh, you’ll wake up fast enough if they come,” answered Tom.  “But I am going to lay down myself.  But I am not going to undress yet.”