For the last year he had been at Andover, where he had formed a new set of acquaintances, one of whom was spending the vacation with him.

This was young Fred Raymond, whose home was at Red Stone Hall, in Kentucky, and whose parents were in Europe.

Between the two youths there was but little similarity of taste or disposition, for young Raymond represented all that was noble and true, and though proud of his State and proud of his name, never assumed the slightest superiority over those whom the world considered his inferiors.

He was Tom's room-mate, and hence the intimacy between them which had resulted in Fred's accepting the invitation to Tracy Park.

If anything had been wanting to complete Tom's estimate of his own importance this visit of the Kentuckian would have done it.