For some reason these sham college boys blame you fellows for that humiliation also.

So they're chuckling over what they've done to your outfit to teach you to mind your own business, as they put it." "I hope we catch up with 'em before they get back to the hotel," uttered Tom fervently.

"But warn us, please, whenever we get so close that they're likely to hear our voices." The bell-boy now led them through an orchard.
"There seem to be a lot of apples on the ground," remarked Prescott, halting.
"Green ones---they're no good," replied the bell-boy.
"Then they are good---just what we want!" ejaculated Prescott.
"Hold on, fellows! Fill your hats with these apples." "What are you going to do when you come upon these fellows ?" asked the bell-boy.
"Scuttle 'em---the way they did our tent!" Tom retorted.
"I hope you pay them back generously," muttered the bell-boy.
"I've a score to settle with them for trying to blacken good old Saunders! But see here! Up to date, at least, they're guests of the hotel, and I'm an employe there.

Now, if they get too much the better of matters in a scrimmage, I'll sail in with you boys, even though I have to resign my hotel job.

But, if I see that you can handle 'em all right, I shall just stand by without taking any part in the fight" "We understand your position, and appreciate it," Dick replied.
"We thank you, too, but we believe that we can take care of them all by ourselves.