Dick held his hand up for silence and the knock was repeated.
"Don't answer them," whispered the oldest Rover.
"Say, I want to talk to you fellows," came in low tones.

"This is important." "Who are you ?" asked Dick after a pause.
"I'm Larkspur--Bart Larkspur, I want to tell you something." "Well, what is it ?" demanded Tom.
"Your resistance to our class won't do you any good.

If you'll come out and take your medicine like men, all right; but if you resist it will go that much harder with you." "Who sent you--Frank Holden ?" asked Sam.
"What has Holden to do with it ?" growled Larkspur.
"We know he's the leader of your class." "He is not.

Dudd Flockley is our leader." "Then Flockley sent you, eh ?" put in Dick.
"Yes, if you want to know it." "Well, tell Flockley to mind his own business," answered Dick sharply.
"If Frank Holden wants us we'll come, but not otherwise." "Are you hazing any of the other fellows ?" asked Tom.
"We'll haze them after we get through with you," growled Larkspur, and then the Rovers heard him tiptoe his way down the hall.
"I think this attack was gotten up by the Flockley-Koswell crowd," was Dick's comment.

"Maybe it wasn't sanctioned by the other sophs at all." The Rovers waited a while longer and then with caution they pulled back the bed and the table and opened the door.