"Out with it," commanded Jack.
"Yes, we'll never have any peace until he does," commented Frank.
"And maybe not much afterward," added Ward. "That's the worst of Andy's jokes—there's always a come-back to them."
"Oh, you get out!" exclaimed the younger Racer lad. "I can think up just as good jokes as any of you fellows."
"Yes, but the trouble is that you get caught at 'em," added Ward, who seemed bound to pick at Andy.
"Let's hear what this one is," suggested Jack, who scented trouble between the two chums unless the dispute was quelled. "Go ahead, Andy. We'll all listen. Land knows we need something to wake us up. I've been here three days now, and not a thing has happened. We've been waiting for you two brothers to come and start something."
"Oh, I'll start it all right," declared Andy. "Now I've just thought of something in regard to this hazing. It'll be great!"
He went to the door, opened it softly and looked out; then closing and locking it, rejoined his companions. They had gathered in the room Frank and Andy had picked out—a room next to that occupied by Ward and Jack.
"Why all this gum-shoe business?" inquired Frank.
"Some of the Freshmen might be listening," replied his brother. "I saw one or two looking at us rather sharp as we came up here. We can't be too careful. Now for my plan."