“Burning it up would be the best method of getting it out of the way,” declared Langridge, still with that sneer in his voice. “I never saw such a disgraceful piece of furniture. What do you fellows want with it? Surely you’re not going to put it in your room.”
“That’s just what we are going to do,” declared Sid. “We wouldn’t part with this for a good bit, would we, fellows?”
“Nope,” chorused Phil and Tom.
“Did it come over in the Mayflower?” asked Gerhart. “I’m willing to bet ten to one that if you think it’s an antique that you’re stuck. How about it?”
“You’re quite a sport, aren’t you, freshie?” asked Phil suddenly, for he knew that the new student must belong to the first-year class.
“Of course I’m a sport, but if you go to calling names I’ll show you that I’m something else!” exclaimed the other fiercely. “If you want to do a little something in the boxing line——”
“Dry up!” hastily advised Langridge in a whisper. “You’re a freshman, and you know it. They’re sophomores, and so am I. Don’t get gay.”
“Well, they needn’t insult a gentleman.”
“Tell us when one’s around, and we’ll be on our good behavior,” spoke Phil with a laugh.
“Come, now, are you fellows going to back down and let us pass?” asked Langridge hastily.