When he had gotten rid of his exuberance he sat down at once to write to his brother Hal about it, and also his forest-ranger friend, Dick Leslie, with whom he had spent an adventurous time the last summer.

Ken was absolutely powerless. His clothes were torn to tatters in a twinkling; they were soon torn completely off, leaving only his shoes and socks.

Ken thrilled in all his being.

Ken sat glued to his seat in mingled fear and wrath. Was he to be the butt of those overbearing sophomores?

There was a bold gleam in his eyes and a smile on his face.

He ran his hands over Ken's smooth skin and felt of the muscles

The coach put his hand on Ken's knee.

Peg, are you goin' to throw me down, too?”“Mr. Arthurs! I—I—