CHAPTER III
AN ANGRY BULLY
"Well, why don't one of you fellows open the door?" demanded Peaches in a hoarse whisper from his point of vantage under the table. "If it's one of the 'profs,' or a monitor, he'll get wise if you wait all this while."
It might be explained that there was a rule at Excelsior Hall against students visiting in their classmates' rooms at certain hours of the day, unless permission had been secured from the professor or monitor in charge of the dormitory. Needless to say Peaches had not secured any such permission—the lads seldom did.
"Aren't you going to open it?" again demanded Peaches, from where he had taken refuge, so as to be out of sight, should the caller prove to be some one in authority.
"Yes—certainly—of course," replied Joe. "Tom, you open the door."
Once more came the knock.
"Open it yourself," insisted Tom. "It's as much your room as it is mine. Go ahead."
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