“Let him get out as quietly as possible,” urged Casper. “We don’t wish to raise a disturbance. We don’t wish to alarm the girls.”
“You’re getting off mighty easy, Hanks,” said Randall. “Hereafter, I think you’ll find Cambridge a most disagreeable place for you. Perhaps you hadn’t better remain there longer than to pack up your belongings and depart quietly.”
Hanks had risen to his feet, and he faced Jack defiantly.
“I’ll go back to Cambridge and stay as long as I please,” he declared. “You can’t drive me out. If you try it, you know what will happen to your freshman friend, Mr. Sparkfair.”
“Do urge him to go hastily, Steele,” implored Randall, “for if he doesn’t, I’ll certainly have to kick him.”
Hanks was followed down the stairs by the entire party. His hat and coat were handed him at the door, and he passed out into the night without a dollar in his pocket and with rage and longing for revenge filling his heart.
CHAPTER XII.
RETURNING THE MONEY.
Chester found Sparkfair chatting with June.
“If you don’t mind, sis,” he laughed, “I’ll relieve you of this noisy insect. I’ll take him away and give your ears a rest.”
“You’re wonderfully cocksure about that,” said Dale. “Perhaps I’ll decline to be torn away. This is the first time I’ve been able to find June when she didn’t have Dick Merriwell hanging around her. If I leave her for ten seconds, he’ll swoop down on her again. I don’t know where he is this minute, but I’ll wager he’s watching his opportunity.”