“Of course,” agreed Pete, “and we won’t disappoint him, either. I guess I’ll—”
But a knock on the door interrupted him, and a voice called out:
“Open up, Freshies!”
“The hazers!” whispered Bill. “Shall we stand ’em off?”
“Might as well get it over with,” suggested Cap. “Just stick together, that’s all, and when I give the word, which I’ll do if they get too strenuous, just sail into ’em as we did into Beantoe and Spider that time.”
“Sure,” agreed his brothers.
“Come on, Freshies! Open up or we’ll break in!” and the summons was a thundering one.
“Coming!” cried Pete gaily, and he swung back the portal to confront a crowd of Sophs and Juniors, who had taken it unto themselves to do some hazing.
“Oh, this is fruit! This is easy!” was the cry, as they saw the Smith brothers.
“Please—please you—you won’t be too—too rough, will you fellows?” pleaded Pete, in simulated terror.