"Ah, Page, I was just up to see you."
"Sorry I wasn't in," Page responded. "What was it, something special?"
"Oh, no," answered Ford, a little doubtfully, with a glance at the others in the party; "let it go until some other time."
"If it isn't important, then," said Page, "I wish you would, for we fellows are——"
"Sporting your oak, are you?"
"That's it exactly. We're trying to get up on mathematics and so we don't admit any callers."
"All right, then," said Ford, "I'm doing much the same at my own room. Good luck to you."
Frank did not keep the boys at work late that evening. They had pretty well covered all the ground that he had chosen, and he believed that they would be better able for the test the next morning, so at ten o'clock he ordered them to their rooms, and they obeyed as readily as if they were a crew training under their captain for a race.
At nine o'clock the next morning all the junior class assembled in one of the big rooms of Osborn Hall. Prof. Babbitt was there ahead of them with a number of assistants to look out for keeping the students in order and to prevent any possible attempt at cheating.
The students found their places by means of slips of paper on the top of each desk. Merriwell was a little amused to notice that he was placed far from the friends with whom he usually associated.