The two boys met at the gymnasium after supper was over and took their way toward the village.

West had armed himself with a formidable stick, in the hope, loudly expressed at intervals, that they would be set upon by tramps.

But Remsen's lodgings were reached without adventure, and the lads were straightway admitted to a cosey study, wherein, before an open fire, sat Remsen and a guest.

After a cordial welcome from Remsen the guest was introduced as Albert Digbee.
"Yes, we know each other," said West, as he shook hands.

"We both room in Hampton, but Digbee's a grind, you know, and doesn't care to waste his time on us idlers." Digbee smiled.
"It isn't inclination, West; I don't have the time, and so don't attempt to keep up with you fellows." He shook Joel's hand.