“Oh, I don’t know!” grinned Jack. “I’d enjoy it, I assure you. Merriwell was lucky in his soph year. There is a different freshman class now.”
“Such conceit makes me sick!” muttered Diamond. “What he needs is to have some of it taken out of him. You’d be just the fellow to do the job, Frank.”
“And I’m beginning to think I’d rather like to try it,” nodded Merry.
“Then you’re just the man we’re looking for,” said Phil Porter. “We have decided to give Ready a little hazing Monday night. Are you in?”
“Sure thing,” smiled Frank. “I think I’ll enjoy it.”
CHAPTER IX.
MERRY CALLS ON READY.
Frank Merriwell and a number of friends stood outside Mrs. Harrington’s freshman boarding-house that evening about nine o’clock.
“That is his room,” declared Hodge, pointing to a lighted window. “He’s up there with a gang of his friends.”
“A rather bad time to get him out, isn’t it?” asked Danny Griswold. “We’ll have to wait till his friends leave.”