Don't delay on our account." The sophomores, seeing it was useless to linger there and be taunted by the freshmen, began to stroll away one by one.
Up in Merriwell's room Rattleton got down his banjo and began to put it in tune.

A merry party gathered there.

One of the strings snapped, and as he was putting on another Harry fell to laughing.
"What are you laughing at ?" asked Bandy Robinson.
"Down at the table to-night," explained Harry, "Merriwell was poking his finger into the butter.

I asked him what he was doing that for, and he said he was only feeling its muscle." The boys who dined in the house appreciated that, and there was a general laugh.

Then Harry adjusted the string and placed the banjo in tune.