“By gum!” chuckled the voice of Ephraim Gallup, who was now standing in the open door. “I guess they’re huntin’ fer him under the bed. Haw! haw! haw!”
“Ha! ha! ha!” laughed Havener, and he was a man who seldom smiled.
One pair of feet began to kick, and the owner struggled to get out from beneath the bed.
“Come out, both of you,” commanded Havener.
They did so, one at a time, and two more crestfallen, sheepish, disgusted-looking fellows never showed their faces.
“I didn’t come here to fight,” Sargent hastened to again declare.
Dunton said nothing, for he could find no words to express his feelings.
Ephraim Gallup continued to roar with laughter, and all the noise had brought several more of the company to the spot, together with other guests of the hotel.
Dunton ground his teeth together when he realized what a spectacle he was, and the one look he gave Frank Merriwell was murderous. Then he made a break for the door.
“Let me out!” he snarled.