"Now, gentlemen," called Dick, "if you think your curiosity has been sufficiently gratified, do you mind clearing out and letting us alone?" A variety of mocking replies greeted that proposition. "We don't like to be disagreeable, you understand," Dave hinted, "but, really, we begin to feel that we have had a great sufficiency of your company, gentlemen." "What are you going to do about it?" demanded one of the eight intruders rather aggressively. Dave Darrin doubled his fists, ready to fight, now, at any further provocation. Even good-natured Tom looked about for some sort of club. But Dick answered, coolly: "What are we going to do? First of all, we are merely going to suggest for your consideration the idea that gentlemen don't remain where they're not wanted." "Freshie!" yelled one of the eight contemptuously. "Toss him in a blanket," advised another. "We don't mind your presence as much as your bad manners," Dick remarked coldly. "Will you kindly take your leave?" "No!" shouted three or four of their tormentors derisively. Dave, his fists still clenched, bounded forward. One chap, in an especially brilliant blazer, reached out to box Darry on the ear. That blow never landed, but the tormentor did---on the earth. _"Eight rainbow hoboes, Looking for life's leaven, One bumped his eyelash, And then there were but seven!"_ improvised Danny Grin joyously. "Clean out this camp!" yelled one of the others. "Come on and do it, then!" yelled Tom Reade, losing all patience at last. Dick & Co. suddenly presented a solid fighting rank that had accomplished great things on the gridiron. In this formation they advanced toward their tormentors. There might have been an ugly clash, but one of the eight shouted: "Come on, fellows! Don't tease the babies. They haven't had their warm milk yet." Away darted the rainbow eight, Darrin's victim being on his feet by this time and foremost in the retreat. "Rah, rah, rah!" came back on the air as the high school boys broke a formation for which they had no further need at present. "Those fellows are plainly guests at the hotel, and we're going to have trouble with them yet," Prescott predicted wisely. CHAPTER XIII A SNUB AND THE QUICK RETORT At half-past five o'clock the next day, Dick & Co. strolled up to the porch of the Ashbury Terraces Hotel. From one of the parlors a cry of recognition in a girlish voice floated out. Then appeared the Gridley High School girls, with Susie Sharp in the lead. "I thought you told us you didn't have any other than your hike clothing with you!" Susie cried accusingly to Tom Reade. "We didn't. We told you the truth," Reade rejoined. "Then these-----" "These new clothes were bought with money from the treasury," Reade informed her. "Does our appearance suit you, ladies?" Greg asked smiling. "You look like so many tailor's models," replied Belle Meade, adding, sweetly: "If that is any praise."