“You would show a very nasty disposition if you did,” said Merry, at once. “If he can stand us and hold his temper, we ought to be able to take anything he can give.”
“You say that now, but wait till he gets at you,” growled Webb. “He’ll have the whole freshman class after you, see if he doesn’t. A junior who helps haze a freshman is likely to get into hot water.”
“Don’t let that worry you, Webb,” said Frank.
Ready was laughing now. Addressing the fellow into whose face he had thrown the salad, he said:
“I hope I didn’t hurt you, old man. I am very quick at times. It was only last week that I attempted to frighten a waiter in a restaurant by flourishing a knife in front of his face. Unfortunately, I struck too near the waiter’s nose and cut off the tip.”
“What did you do then?” innocently asked the man across the table.
“Why,” said Jack, “I gave the waiter another tip, and that made it all right.”
The students shouted:
“That’s one on you, Dillingham!”
Dillingham grinned.