"Didn't he strike you foul twice?"
"He knows nothing of rules, and we were fighting by no rules, so there could be no foul."
"Oh, no! If he'd soaked you with a brick you'd said it was all right! I say, you make me sick! Wait till he gets a good chance to do you, and see how quick he will take it."
"He'll not be to blame if he tries to get square."
"Oh, go hoke your sed—I mean soak your head! I'll catch you some time when you are asleep and try to pound a little sense into you."
"Well, take care of Diamond," ordered Merriwell. "That last one I gave him was a beastly thump."
"Let the other fellows take care of him," said Harry. "We'll rub you down. You need it. Got any towels, Mr. Horner?"
"Guess we can find one or two," cheerfully answered Tad. "Come on, Merriwell. We'll fix you up."
Frank followed them into the room where the captured freshmen had been confined, and there they found running water, an old iron sink, a tin wash basin, and some towels.
The visitor was stripped and given a brisk and thorough rubbing and sponging by Harry and Tad.