The sophs added to his misery and anger by winking at him, and Tad Horner ventured to go through a swift pantomime of taking a scalp.
"Oh, I am liable to have yours yet," thought Harry.
On their way back to their rooms Harry and Frank were greeted by all sorts of calls and persiflage from the sophomores, who had gathered in knots to watch them pass.
This sort of chaffing gave Rattleton "that tired feeling," as he expressed it, and by the time they reached their room he was in a desperate mood.
"I'll get even!" he vowed, fiercely.

"I'll do it." "Go ahead--you can do it," laughed Frank.

"You can do anybody." Then Harry flung a book at him, which Frank skillfully caught and returned with the utmost politeness.
At breakfast Rattleton was chafed by the freshmen, and he boiled more than ever.
"Somebody has my coat, vest, hat, shirt and undershirt," he said as he thought the affair over.

"I had to go home in a linen duster which I got down to Billy's last night.

I don't care so much for the clothes I lost, but I'd like to know who has 'em.