“That’s the talk!” cried Billings, gleefully.
CHAPTER XXXV.
FRANK’S ENEMIES.
Rattleton’s blood was boiling.
“I am not much of a fighter,” he muttered; “but I am going down there and punch the faces off those dirty dogs!”
As he started to resume the descent of the stairs, Gooch and Billings left the building. Harry went down on the leap. When he reached the door the two rascals were walking away.
Rattleton saw Browning passing at a little distance. Immediately he made a rush for Bruce, and told him all he had heard.
Then the big fellow was aroused.
“Let’s have a little talk with Mr. Gooch and Mr. Billings,” said Bruce, grimly. “It is possible we may be able to persuade them to keep their mouths shut.”
They hastened after Gooch and the freshman, Browning actually hurrying for once in his life.