“I’ve gone to bed,” answered Codfish weakly. “I’m all tired out. Can’t you do your talking to-morrow morning?”
“No, I can’t. I want to do it now.”
“I’m not going to open the door,” declared Codfish. “You want to play some kind of a trick on me.”
“That’s right! Don’t open up,” came in Dock Wesley’s voice.
“Don’t forget that I am major of the battalion,” went on Jack sternly. “I want both of you to obey orders and open this door.”
“You’re not major any longer, Jack Rover!” cried Wesley. “Your commission went out of date to-day. You’re nothing but a student like ourselves.”
“You sha’n’t bulldoze me any longer,” put in Codfish, gaining a little courage by his chum’s manner. “I won’t stand for it. You go away and let us go to sleep.”
“Open that door or we’ll break it down!” cried Fred.
“You break that door down and you’ll get a baseball bat over your head!” stormed Wesley. “I’ve got a bat here, and so has Stowell, and we’ll both use ’em, too, if you try any funny business.”