Gus Plum looked around cautiously. The pair were in their dormitory and nobody else was within hearing.
"Nat, we hung together last term and we had better hang together this term too," he whispered.
"What do you mean—against Porter and his crowd?"
"Yes."
"I'll do that quick enough."
"We must find some way to throw him off his high horse."
"Well, we don't want to get pinched doing it."
"We won't get pinched—if we do the thing right."
"I'm willing to do anything that can be done to make him eat humble pie."
"I owe him a whole lot—and so do you," continued the bully of Oak Hall, bitterly. "Don't you remember how he treated us at the athletic contests, and down at the boathouse? It makes me boil every time I think of it!"