One of them slammed the door shut and the others sprang at Frank.
Merriwell flung a book at the first one, and it struck the fellow's mask, tearing it from his face.
The well-known countenance of Bruce Browning was exposed! "Good-evening, Browning!" cheerfully called the lively freshman as he darted behind the table.

"I have been expecting a call from you." "Grab him!" directed Browning.

"Get hold of him!" Frank was on the point of uttering a whistle, but it was not required, for the whistle that came from the lips of the disguised fellow had served as a signal to the painted braves.
There was a bang at the door, which flew open as if assaulted by a catapault, and into the room poured the disguised freshmen.
The Indians leaped upon the masked sophomores, and for a short time a very sharp struggle took place.
Bruce Browning did his best to escape from the room, but three of the savages laid hold of him, and he was finally subdued.
"Out of the house with them as soon as possible," ordered Frank.

"Come on, two or three of you.

We must nail the hack and the fellows outside." Down to the door he led the way.
Mrs.Harrington came out into the hall, caught a glimpse of the painted faces, uttered a wild shriek of terror, and dodged back, slamming the door.
"All ready ?" said Frank as he prepared to fling open the front door.
"All ready!" panted Harry Rattleton, close behind him.
"Don't let anybody get away," warned Merriwell.