"Bah! Always ringing that in. I only swung the Indian club to scare you. I can fight with my fists."
"Well, remember what I said, Jasniff. It's my last warning."
"Oh, come on—they make me sick!" cried Link Merwell, a certain nervous tremor in his voice. "We don't want to listen to their hot air!" And plucking his crony by the arm he hurried out of the alleyway into the street.
"Shall we let 'em go, Dave?" whispered Phil. "I'd just as soon pound 'em good."
"If we did that, Phil, they'd claim we were three to two and took an unfair advantage of them. Let them go. They have their final warning, and if they don't heed it—well, they will have to take the consequences."
"I could hardly keep my hands off of Merwell."
"I felt the same way," said Roger. "He deserves all we could give him."
The three chums watched Merwell and Jasniff turn another corner. They expected to see the pair walk to where the automobile was standing, but instead noted that the two cadets entered the Oakdale Hotel.
"Must be going to see somebody," suggested Phil.
"Or else they have gone in to smoke and drink and play pool," added Roger. "You'll remember Merwell liked to drink. He was the one who did his best to lead Gus Plum astray."