“Well, that isn’t our fault, is it?” asked Tubby with a grin. “You’ll get used to it pretty soon. I can study anywhere.”
Dan wanted to ask him why he didn’t do it, but refrained. Instead—
“I have equal rights here with you, Jones,” he said. “I don’t have fellows here in study hours, and you don’t have to, either.”
“You don’t know anybody,” Tubby retorted.
“And if I did I’d have some consideration for my room-mate,” Dan replied tartly.
“Is that so? Well, maybe you think you can keep my friends out of here. Do you?”
“Yes,” answered Dan shortly. “I do. And I’m going to.”
“How?” shouted Tubby angrily. Dan shrugged his shoulders.
“I don’t know yet. Maybe I’ll have to go to Mr. Frye.” (Mr. Frye, instructor in physics, lived on the first floor and was in charge of the dormitory.) Tubby sputtered with indignation.
“I’d do that!” he cried. “I’d go and act the baby! You do and you’ll see what the fellows think of you!”