Besides Bart, he saw Harvey Dare, George Harris, Wat Snell and Sam Winslow.
"Hello, Merriwell, old man," some greeted, cordially, but cautiously.
"Glad to see Hodge has brought you along." Frank was instantly seized by an unpleasant sensation--a foreboding, or a warning.

Harris and Snell were not friends of his; in fact, in the past, they had been distinctly unfriendly.

Dare he knew little about, as they had never had much to do with each other.

Sam Winslow was a plebe, having entered the academy at the same time with Merriwell, but Frank had never been able to determine whether he was "no good" or a pretty decent sort of fellow.
Had Frank been governed by his first impression, he would have found an excuse to bid that company good-night immediately, but he did not like to do anything like that, for he knew it would cause them to designate him as a cad, and he would be despised for doing so.
He had gone too far to back out immediately, so he resolved to stay a while, and then get out as best he could.
At the window of the room blankets had been suspended, so no ray of light could shine out into the night to betray the little party.
At a glance, Frank saw the room was not occupied by students, for it contained nothing but the bare furniture, besides a box on the table, and the assembled lads.
Bart saw Frank looking around, and divined his thoughts.
"I suppose you are wondering where you are?
Well, this is the room in which Cadet Bolt committed suicide.

It has been closed ever since, as no fellow will occupy it.