The crowd hurried over to the gymnasium. There they found the Pornell students assembled. All the best seats facing the bowling alleys were filled.
“So you’ve got here, eh?” said Roy Bock, with no show of cordiality.
“Yes,” answered Dale, shortly. “Where are the seats you promised us, Bock?” he added, rather sharply.
“Why—er—I guess you’ll find them somewheres.”
“You promised us half the room here, and we want it,” put in Andy.
“You have always had half of our grandstand, at baseball and football,” put in Stuffer.
“You’ll have to take what seats you can get,” said Grimes.
“Not at all,” answered Dale, the sharpness in his voice increasing. “We are young gentlemen, and we came here expecting to be treated as such. Either we get half the best seats, or we don’t bowl.”
“That’s the talk,” said Andy.
“Don’t bowl?” cried Roy Bock.