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34 he thought, feeling pitifully weak, “won’t that be hell? What can I do?”

At that moment a countrified-looking youth en¬ tered, looking as scared as Hugh felt. His face was pale, and his voice trembled as he asked tim¬ idly, “Do you know if this is Section Three of Math One?”

Hugh was immediately strengthened. “I think so,” he replied. “Anyhow, let’s wait and find out.”

The freshman sighed in huge relief, took out a not too clean handkerchief, and mopped his face. “Criminy!” he exclaimed as he wriggled down the aisle to a seat by Hugh, “I was sure worried. I thought I was in the wrong building, though I was sure that my adviser had told me positively that Math was in Matthew Six.”

“I guess we ’re all right,” Hugh comforted him as two other freshmen, also looking dubious, en¬ tered. They were followed by four more, and then by a stampeding group, all of them pop-eyed, all of them in a rush. In the next minute five freshmen dashed in and then dashed out again, utterly be¬ wildered, obviously terrified, and not knowing where to go or what to do. “Is this Math One, Section Three?” every man demanded of the room as he entered; and every one yelled, “Yes,” or, “I think so.”

Just as the bell rang at ten minutes after the