Jerry informed him. There was a moment of silence, while the youth in the door seemed to be reporting to his friends. Jerry heard the words “motor boys.”
“Let’s go over and make friends with them,” suggested Ned. “They may be sophomores, but I guess they won’t haze us the first night.”
“All right,” Jerry agreed, while Bob nodded his assent.
The head of the lad looking out from the room across the hall was drawn in, and the door closed. Our heroes walked across the corridor, noting that on the portal was a card bearing the names Frank Watson, Bart Haley and William Hamilton. Jerry tapped on the door.
“Who’s there?”
“We just came in,” Jerry said. “We’re from across the hall. We were speaking to you a moment ago. We’d like to have a talk.”
Sounds of whispering could be heard, and then the voice that had first spoken said in no friendly tones:
“We’re too busy to talk now. You’ll have to wait. Come around some other time.”
Our three heroes looked at one another.
“Well, if this isn’t a cool reception I’d like to know what is,” said Ned in a low voice.