"Smother time," cackled Danny, as he slipped off the table and dodged around a chair to get out of reach.
Halliday caught up a pair of scissors and pretended to sharpen them, looking at Griswold as if he meant to shed his gore.
"What are you going to do?" asked Danny. "Going into the scissors-grinding business? It's great when things are dull."
It was plain that Danny could not be suppressed, and so the boys tried to ignore him. Prince was admired some more, and then Halliday picked up a banjo, put it in tune, and sang a song.
"Your voice is somewhat off color to-night, old man," observed Robinson, "and I think you skipped a bar."
"You don't know him," cried Griswold, instantly. "I was out with him last night and he didn't skip any."
Then almost every other fellow in the room grabbed up something and threw it at Danny, who could do nothing but shield his face and take the pelting he received.
"Diamond is a dog crank, and Merriwell is a horse
crank," said Robinson. "By the way, I hear you think of racing your horse this spring, Merriwell?"