"Don't want to come back. I'm going to a better school."
"And so am I," said Link Merwell, as if he was anxious to make the fact known to his former schoolmates.
"I don't care where you go, so long as you don't bother us any more," rejoined Dave.
"Oh, you haven't seen the end of us yet, has he, Nick?" said Link Merwell, appealing to his crony.
"Not much he hasn't," retorted Nick Jasniff.
"We are going to Rockville Military Academy," continued Link Merwell, mentioning a school which, as my old readers know, was located not a great distance from Oak Hall. In the past there had been many contests between the students of the two seats of learning, and the rivalry was very bitter.
"Rockville!" cried the senator's son. "I shouldn't think they'd want you there."
"Say, you take that back, or I'll—I'll" blustered Merwell, and then stopped, not knowing how to proceed.
"Oh, say, come on, you fellows," broke in Nat Poole, who was growing scared, thinking there might be a fight. "You can talk this over some other time. Just remember what we started out to do. Hurry up, let's do it," and he motioned his companions towards the racing car.
