Tom Fairfield's Pluck and Luck

Well, well, by all that's good! If it isn't Tom Fairfield back again! How are you, old man? "Oh, fine and dandy! My! but it's good to see the old place again, Morse," and the tall, good-looking lad whom the other had greeted so effusively held out his hand - a firm, brown hand that told of a summer spent in the open. "Any of our boys back, Morse?" went on Tom Fairfield, as he looked around the campus of Elmwood Hall. "I thought I'd meet Bert Wilson or Jack Fitch on my way up, but I missed 'em. How are you, anyhow?" "Fit as a fiddle. Say, you're looking as if you had enjoyed your vacation."