“That’s right. I’m with you—but—er—how about a fight?”
“It’s up to you. Lots of the Freshmen stand ’em off. It’s allowed if you like.”
“Then I say—fight!” exclaimed Joe. “I’m not going to be shampooed in that silly fashion if I can help it.”
“Then we’ll stand ’em off?” questioned Spike.
“Sure—as long as we can,” declared Joe. “Though if they bring too big a bunch against us we’ll probably get the worst of it.”
“Very likely, but we can have the satisfaction of punching some of the Sophs. I’m with you.”
“Where’ll they do it?”
“No telling. They may catch us on the street, or they may come here. For choice——”
Spike paused and held up his hand for silence. There was a noise in the hall, in the direction of the front door. Then came the voice of Ricky Hanover saying:
“No, you don’t! I’ve got the bulge on you! No monkey business here!”