Publisher's Synopsis
"Come on, Pepper." One of the boys rushed down the dormitory hall, giving a bang on Joel's door as he passed. "All right," said Joel a bit crossly, "I'm coming." "Last bell," came back on the wind. Joel threw his tennis racket on the bed, and scowled. Just then a flaxen head peeped in, and two big eyes stared at him. "Ugh!"-Joel took one look-"off with you, Jenkins." Jenkins withdrew at once. Joel jumped up and slammed the door hard, whirled around in vexation, sprang over and thrust the tennis racket under the bed, seized a dog-eared book, and plunged off, taking the precaution, despite his hurry, to shut the door fast behind him. Jenkins stole out of his room three doors beyond, and as the hall was almost deserted about this hour, so many boys being in recitation, he had nothing to do but tiptoe down to Joel's room and go softly in. "Hullo!" A voice behind made him skip. "Oh, Berry,"-it was a tone of relief, -"it's you." "Um," said Berry, "what's up now, Jenk?" He tossed back his head, while a smile of delight ran all over his face. "Hush-come here." Jenk had him now within Joel's room and the door shut. "We'll have fun with the beggar now."
