Then the biplane was rolled over to the big shed attached to the gymnasium,--a place usually used for housing carriages and automobiles during athletic contests.
Here one end was cleaned out and the _Dartaway_ was rolled in, and the engine was covered with a tarpaulin brought from the boathouse.
During the time that all this was being done, one student of Brill had kept to himself, even though greatly interested in what was going on.
This was Dudd Flockley, the dudish youth who had once been the crony of Jerry Koswell and Bart Larkspur.

There was a sneer on his handsome face.
"Great work, eh, Dudd ?" said Bob Grimes, one of the students, in passing.
"I don't know what you mean," returned Flockley, coolly.
"Oh, yes you do, Dudd," retorted the other.

"But I suppose it's sour grapes for you," he added pointedly, for he was a friend to the Rovers and knew something about the troubles of the past.
"Bah!" came from Dudd Flockley, and he turned and hurried away.

"Now those Rover boys have come back I suppose they'll try to lord it over everybody, just as they did before.

How I hate them! I wish I could do something to get them in a hole!" He had forgotten completely the kindness the Rover boys had shown him, and how they had gone to the head of the college and pleaded for him, so that he had been allowed to remain at Brill.