No answer.
"You let me in right off!"
Still no answer.
"It's my room; you let me in to my room, do you hear?"
Stover continued silent.
"Dink," said Butsey in his loudest tones, "I'm coming right over the transom. Don't you dare to touch me!"
Stover again seized the chair.
Butsey White, supported from behind, carefully drew up one foot, and then convulsively disappeared as Stover charged with the chair.
There was a whispered consultation and then the battling face of Tough McCarty appeared with a new threat:
"You lay a hand on me and I'll rip the hide off you!"