“You dry up, Rob!” he snarled. “You haven’t got anything to say about this. You haven’t any business in here anyhow; you’re a junior. This is upper class, and so you shut up.”
“You can make me, I guess—not,” drawled Rob.
“There are plenty of us here to run you out of the room,” answered Hopkins angrily.
“All right, come try it. Let’s have a little rough-house,” replied Rob smilingly. But there was an expression about his eyes and mouth that Hop didn’t just like, and while he was hesitating some of the others broke in.
“Oh, cut out the slanging!”
“Shut up, Lanky!”
“Go ahead with the show, Hop!”
Hopkins glared angrily at Rob and then turned his attention again to Evan.
“Come on, fresh kid,” he commanded. “Do as we tell you.”