“He’s a dandy!”
“’Rah for Merriwell!”
“Let’s all cheer! Yow! I feel just like cheering! Cheer for Merriwell!”
Then they bumped against Roland Packard, who snarled at them. One of them grasped him; others followed the example of that one. They bore him down the steps to the sidewalk.
“What’s the matter with you?” the grad who had grasped him first demanded. “Are you a sorehead? Well, by thunder, I want to hear you cheer for Merriwell!”
“You’ll want a long time!” declared Roland, savagely. “Let go of my collar!”
“Boys,” said the old fellow fiercely, “here’s a chap who won’t cheer for Merriwell.”
“Shoot him!” advised another, who was rather unsteady on his feet. “Don’t bother with him! Shoot him on the spot, Bilton!”
“What spot?” asked Bilton.
“Any old spot.”