There were chairs and some copies of illustrated sporting papers.

The walls were bare.
It was warm down there, and Frank immediately discarded his coat.
Diamond was about to follow Merriwell's example, when there was a sudden rush of feet and the room filled in a twinkling with masked youths, who flung themselves on the astonished freshmen and made all but Frank a prisoner in a moment.
Frank instantly understood that they had been trapped and he knocked down four of his assailants before they could bear him to the floor and overpower him.
His hands were securely bound, and then he was lifted to his feet.
"Well, fellows, that was a pretty slick trick," he half laughed, as he coolly looked around.

"You sophs have been trying to corral a gang of us for a week, and with the aid of the smooth Mr.Browning you succeeded very finely this time." "Silence!" roared a deep voice, and a tall fellow in a scarlet Mephisto rig confronted Frank.

"You have intruded upon forbidden ground.

None but the chosen may enter here and escape with life." "Not one!" chorused all the masks in deep and dismal unison.
Mephisto made a signal.