and although I could have met either one of the men singly, did not feel like engaging both of them. It was either a case of run or be outmatched, and I was puzzled what to do.”

“What did you do?” asked Harry, interested. “They must have been pretty husky fellows for you to decline meeting them.”

“A young fellow in overalls and a rough shirt who was picking peaches in a tree, I had not seen him at first, suddenly appeared and ordered the men to get to work and then the boss happened up and sent them away. The boy went back to his picking and the man gave me directions how to reach the road. I suppose the boy was a picker just like the rest but at any rate he had some idea of fairness. He spoke well and I was astonished to see him with the rest but you can’t always tell.”

“Art and I had a close call this afternoon,” said Harry. “We were coming down the Academy hill on our bikes when, at one of the worst places in it, we came upon a young fellow. It looked as if we would run him down but he stood stock still and with all the nerve in the world, whisked his arm first to the right and then to the left as a signal to us. We just flew past but did not hit him and it was a mercy we didn’t. Only for his coolness there would have been a bad upset for the lot of us.”

“It was very fortunate that there wasn’t. Did you know him?”

“No, never saw him before.”

“What was he doing on the Academy hill?”

“I’m sure I don’t know. That’s what bothered Art and me.”

The coach went on up the hill and at last stopped in front of the Academy and the boys began to alight.

Dr. Theophilus Wise, the principal, was standing on the front veranda with a good-looking boy in a brown suit and soft hat.

“This is a new pupil, young gentlemen,” said the doctor, coming forward with the strange boy. “Let me make you acquainted with John Sheldon. I trust that you will make him at home.”

“Why, that’s the boy that Art and I met on the road,” whispered Harry to his companion as they were descending.

“It is? Why, that is the first picker I was telling you of.”

“Oh!” said Harry in a tone of disappointment.

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CHAPTER II

A HITCH IN JACK’S WELCOME

Dick Percival was the son of wealthy parents, was made much of at home and at school was admired and flattered by the boys of his own set and looked up to by the younger ones who took him as their model and regarded him as a hero.

He was the leading spirit in the school and, being high in his studies, and first in all the athletic sports indulged in by the boys, ranked well with both professors and students, so that whatever he did was considered to be about right.

What he did now was, therefore, a salve to the wounded pride of Harry Dickson, who resented having a mere berry picker enrolled among the students of the Academy and taking equal rank with boys of wealth and position.

As soon as he was down from the coach, Dick went straight to the new boy, extended his hand cordially and said in his most agreeable voice and with a smile on his handsome face:

“I am glad to see you again. Welcome to the ranks of the Hilltop boys. You remember me? You did me a great service a short time ago and I am not likely to forget either that or yourself. My name is Dick Percival. Shake hands, Jack, if you will let me call you so.”

“I have no objection,” said the other, taking the boy’s hand with as much cordiality as it was offered. “I remember you now but what I did was nothing. You are very kind and I will endeavor to repay you in any way I can.”

The other boys now pressed forward and Harry was as cordial as Dick himself in welcoming the new boy to the school.

“You saved us a bad accident, old chap,” he said, shaking Jack Sheldon’s hand. “If it had not been for your coolness I would have gone all to bits in a moment. I am obliged to you and if I can do anything for you at any time just let me know.”

“It was a ticklish moment,” answered Jack, “but you two boys sized up the situation as quickly as I did and acted just as you should have acted so that as much credit belongs to you as you are ready to give to me. I am glad that all came out so well.”

Harry introduced Arthur and in a short time the new boy was acquainted with all the boys then at the Academy and apparently on good terms with all of them, Dick Percival’s advances toward the newcomer having given the others their cue, so to speak.

More boys came that afternoon and in the early evening, some by train or boat and some in private conveyances, the greater part of those expected to enter upon the new term being on hand that night.

There were nearly a hundred of the Hilltop boys, the majority hailing from New York but many other states were represented, the Academy having a national reputation and being considered one of the best schools for boys to be found anywhere.

It was conducted under military rules and had besides a retired army officer to drill the boys, a corps of competent instructors in many branches, sending its graduates to the leading colleges and universities of the land.

As the boys’ duties would not begin until the next day they were at liberty to do as they pleased that evening and after supper, which was had in the great dining hall, Jack took a stroll with Dick, Harry and one or two others of his new acquaintances.

“Dick told us how you helped him out of a scrape,” said Harry, as they were entering a bit of woods in the rear of the Academy. “He took you for a berry picker. That was funny, wasn’t——”

“But I was one,” said Jack. “I picked all summer, strawberries, raspberries and currants and then peaches and some grapes. I made enough to pay my schooling for——”

“Yes, but you were not one of the regulars,” broke in Harry. “They are nothing but a lot of tramps, I believe.”

“There are tramps that do the work, of course, but the regulars, as you call them are not. They work up from the south and go as far as the western part of the state and into Pennsylvania before the season is over. Many of the boys and girls, too, in our part of the state earn money that way and I don’t see that there is anything——”

“Wrong in it?” interrupted Dick, who noticed the prejudice of the other boys. “Of course there isn’t. Be careful about this place, Jack. There is a ravine which is very steep and a fall would not be a pleasant adventure. Stick close to me and you will be all right.”

Nothing more was said about the manner in which the new boy had earned money for his schooling but even a casual observer would have noticed that neither Harry nor Arthur were as cordial in their treatment of him after that and he and Dick did all the talking.

The greater part of the boys slept in big dormitories on the upper story of the Academy building, a few especially favored ones having rooms to themselves either there or in one of the cottages adjoining, Dick Percival being one of these.

Jack was assigned to one of the large dormitories and found himself associated with Harry Dickson and a number of boys whom he had seen very little of when it came time to go to bed at ten o’clock that night.

His suitcase had been brought up and one of a number of lockers was assigned to him in which