Bang! bang! bang!
Somebody was pounding on the door.
“What’s going on in there?” cried a voice. “What are you doing, Merriwell?”
It was Havener.
“Oh, I am practicing a little,” answered Frank.
“Let me in.”
“The door is locked, and my hands are full.”
“Hands full of what?”
“Man. Got one under the bed, and the other is—going.”
With a twist and a snap, Frank whirled Dunton about, caught him up off his feet, sent him shooting under the bed by the side of Sargent.