“Merriwell is in his room!”
“WHAT?”
Fifty men shouted the word.
“Yes, sah!” cried Mason; “he’s there. Walked upstairs alone, too.”
With a whoop, the men rushed for Merriwell’s room. They stormed up the stairs and came bursting in. They found Frank bolstered up on a couch.
“Don’t mind the door,” he said, with a faint smile, as they slammed it open and came crowding in. “Kick it down if it’s in your way, gentlemen.”
“Merriwell!” shouted Rattleton, catching hold of his hand. “We didn’t expect to——”
“Ouch!” exclaimed Frank, with a wry face. “Drop that paw! You gave me a yank that hurt my side then.”
“Then it is——”
“Hurt? Rather.”