"Is—er—King Browning present?" yelled a freshman, leaning out of a window. "If so, I'd like to inquire if he means to attend the party this evening."
"If he does," said another freshman, "he will be able to obtain a dress suit down at Cohen's, price 'von tollar ber efenin' to shentlemen.'"
"Oh, you wait till we get at you fresh ducks!" shouted back an angry sophomore. "We'll make you sweat for this!"
"Go on! you're only fooling!" sang the freshmen.
"We'll show you we're not fooling!" excitedly declared Punch Swallow. "We'll scalp a few of you!"
"Ah!" cried Bandy Robinson. "He is a bad man! Methinks I can detect his cloven foot."
"You're wrong," laughed Merriwell. "But you may have been near enough at some time to detect his cloven breath!"
The three freshmen who were leaning out of one of the upper windows repeated in chorus:
"Punch, brother—punch with care,
Punch in the presence of the passenjair."
Another freshman shouted: