From room to room Frank went, bearing the joyful news, which seemed far too good for belief. Bruce Browning gasped, and dropped down in a limp heap when he heard it, Danny Griswold came near crying for joy. Jack Diamond laughed, and Harry Rattleton danced. All were for sneaking out again and making a night of it, but Frank would not agree to join them. He had not stopped to get out of his wet clothes, and he felt that he had made quite enough of that night.
Merry returned to his room, stripped, and took a rub-down with a coarse towel. That put him in a glow. He opened his window and looked out upon the dark and deserted campus before jumping into bed.
“A little while ago I never dreamed I could be happy again,” he thought; “now my heart is bursting with happiness. Poor old Rudge! I do not wonder that he hates me. Let him get his revenge if he can. I shall be well satisfied to defend myself as far as possible, and I shall make no effort to strike back.”
CHAPTER XXXIV.
HOW THE PROCTOR ESCAPED.
Rat-tat-tat!
Some one was knocking on Frank Merriwell’s door. The knocking awakened Merry, who had been sleeping soundly, and he arose and admitted Harry Rattleton.
“What’s the matter, Rattles?” Frank asked. “Why are you turning a fellow out at this unearthly hour?”
“How can you sleep after all that happened last night?” cried the visitor.
“Didn’t you sleep?”