“Do,” urged Frank.
Oliver Packard did not have much to say. He had been accepted as one of Merry’s friends, for all of his vicious brother, Roland, the twin who looked—or had looked in the past—exactly like him. Oliver had all the fine instincts of a gentleman, and the conduct of Roland had worn upon him and given him lines of care. It was now known among the students that, since his final defeat by Merriwell, Roland was fast becoming an inebriate, and it was said that he would not be able to finish his medical course. Of course, this worried Oliver, but he tried to hide his own troubles.
Hooker, once an outcast, was another who had received a warm hand-grasp from Merriwell and had felt in his heart that he was most fortunate to be there.
Ralph Bingham, the big sophomore, had taken part in the struggle, his heart throbbing with satisfaction.
“There are others coming,” he now declared. “All the rest of the flock will be here right away.”
“You mean——”
“Hodge, Ready, Gamp, Browning, and the others.”
“In that case,” said Badger, “I reckon we’d better bring forward the reserves at once.”
“The reserves?” said Merry.
“Yes. Ladies.”