He remembered what the house master
had said about Stanley and felt that the youth would make a nice
roommate for anybody.
"I'm in No. 27, right next to you fellows. Mr. Hicks was going to put
me in with you first, but afterward said a friend of yours was going
to fill the place."
"Yes," said Dick. "But you will be right next door, so it will be
almost the same thing. Who is your roommate?"
"A fellow named Max Spangler. I don't know much about him, as he only
came this noon. But he seems all right. Here he comes now."
As Stanley spoke he motioned to a short, stout lad who was walking
across the campus. The boy had a distinctly German face and one full
of smiles.
"Hello, Friend Browne," he called out pleasantly and with a German
accent. "Did you find somebody you know?"
"I've made myself known," answered Stanley, and then he introduced the
others. "They bunk next door to us," he added with a nod toward Dick
and Sam.
"Hope you don't snore," said Max Spangler. "I can go anybody but what
snores."
"No, we don't snore," answered Sam, laughing.
"Then I'm your friend for life and two days afterward," answered the
German-American lad, and said this so gravely the others had to laugh.
Max put the Rovers in mind of their old friend Hans Mueller, but he
spoke much better English than did Hans, getting his words twisted
only when he was excited.
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