“There are other ways of doing the thing besides getting up a row in the dormitories,” he said.
“Sure!” added Merritt. “We don’t want the profs. coming in on us to spoil the fun.”
“Nor to have to lick Percival and a lot of other fools that have taken up with the new chap,” observed Holt.
“H’m! you’d lick Dick Percival, I don’t think!” sneered Merritt, who never lost a chance to jeer any one, his own associates included. “I’d like to see you do it.”
“Shut up!” snarled Herring. “How can we talk the thing over if you’re always putting in your oar?”
“You aren’t wearing a lot of medals yourself for keeping your mouth shut, Pete,” retorted Merritt.
“Who’s getting this thing up?” snarled the other. “Me or you? Did you start it?”
“No, but you can’t get along without me, all the same, so don’t be so fresh and breezy.”
“If you fellows are going to squabble there’ll be nothing done at all,” put in Holt impatiently.
“It ain’t me that’s squabbling, it’s Ern Merritt,” growled the leader of the bullies, angrily. “If he don’t want to go into this thing he needn’t, but there’s no use in doing so much talking.”