“What’s up?” asked Frank, springing to his feet.
“Come on, and I will tell you. Got to move quick. Come along, Pierson. Don’t waste a moment.”
Out of the room hustled Harry, with the others at his heels.
Pierson’s room in Farnham was on the same floor with Merriwell. Now Rattleton led the way straight toward Frank’s room.
As they came in sight of Frank’s door it swung open, and, with the stealth of a cat, Sidney Gooch slipped out.
Frank saw the fellow come out, and, with an exclamation of anger, Merry shot past Rattleton and grabbed Gooch by the collar. Sidney gasped, turned pale and tried to break away, but Frank held fast, angrily demanding:
“What were you doing in my room?”
“Take him in again, Merry,” advised Rattleton. “If you chin with him out here a score of fellows will hear it all.”
Frank instantly realized this was true, and, as Rattleton threw open the door, he forced the trembling Gooch back into the room. Pierson followed them, and Rattleton closed the door.
“Now answer me,” said Frank, his eyes flashing fire as he looked at his cowering enemy; “what were you doing in my room?”