“Caught again!” exclaimed Ned.
“Who—who’s there?” faltered Bob, while Jerry reached up and switched off the lights.
“It’s Frank Watson,” was the unexpected answer. “Open the door.”
Wondering what was in the wind Jerry turned on the incandescents, while Ned swung open the portal which he unlocked.
“Are Bart and Bill here?” demanded Frank, haughtily, not coming in. “I thought so,” he went on, as he caught sight of the two members of the varsity. “I told you fellows to cut this out,” he went on. “I don’t object to a little fun, but you know it’s the night before a big game, and I don’t want you trying to play with stomach-aches. Come on out now!” he ordered, harshly.
It was, perhaps, within his right as captain and manager, and Bart and Bill realized it.
“Can’t we finish this pie?” asked Bart.
“No! You’re in training, the same as the rest of us. I’m not breaking mine, and you shouldn’t yours. It isn’t fair.”
“Will you come in?” asked Jerry.
“No!” Frank fairly snapped. “And you fellows come out!”