"I don't want to get these patent leathers wet!" cried Jerry Koswell, who had on a new pair of shiny shoes. "Then promise!" cried Sam, and "Promise!" "Promise!" came from many others. Without delay several of the sophomores promised, and they were allowed to depart. Then the others began to show fight, and three managed to escape, among them being Dudd Flockley.
"See here, Minnie, are you going to stand for this?" growled Dudd Flockley. "It ain't fair! We're old friends, and " "You had no right to touch me, Mr. Flockley," answered the girl. "I told you to let me go. I I thought you were a a gentleman." And now the tears began to show in Minnie Sanderson's eyes. "I am a gentleman." "You didn't act like one."
"You cowards!" cried Dick, confronting Flockley. "Why can't you leave a young lady alone when she tells you to?" "They ought to be kicked out of the house," added Tom. "You you " spluttered Dudd Flockley. He did not know what to say. He gathered himself up hastily and Jerry Koswell followed. "Who are you?" he demanded, facing Dick with clenched fists.
"Well, what is it?" demanded Tom. "Your resistance to our class won't do you any good. If you'll come out and take your medicine like men, all right; but if you resist it will go that much harder with you." "Who sent you Frank Holden?" asked Sam. "What has Holden to do with it?" growled Larkspur. "We know he's the leader of your class." "He is not. Dudd Flockley is our leader."
"Foul!" cried Tom. "Don't do that again!" called one of the seniors to Dudd. "If you do you'll be ruled out." Kicking and punching were prohibited by the rules. All the boys could do was to wrestle and throw each other, and either try to pull the neckties away or hold on to them. On and on the battle waged, each minute growing hotter.
The buggy and the carriage were already on hand, and soon the boys and girls were in the turnouts, and Tom drove off, with Dick following. As they did so they saw Dudd Flockley standing near, eyeing them curiously. They had to drive close to the dudish student, who was attired in his best, and he stared boldly at Dora and the Laning girls.
"Yes, Minnie, but we won't go until you do that," answered the young man named Dudd Flockley. "Wha what do you mean?" faltered the girl. And now, looking through the sitting-room window and through a doorway leading to the kitchen, the Rover boys saw a pretty damsel of sixteen standing by a pantry door, facing two dudish young men of eighteen or twenty.
He did not care to add that when he went to see a young lady it was always Dora Stanhope, and that Tom and Sam called only on Nellie and Grace Laning. "I've been expecting you," said the girl with a pretty pout. "Have Dudd Flockley and Jerry Koswell been there since?" "Yes, both of them came once, and Flockley came after that, but I refused to see them. Mr.
Her face had gone white at the mention of kisses. "Well, let's have the kisses anyway!" cried Dudd Flockley, and stepping forward, he caught the girl by one hand, while Jerry Koswell grasped her by the other. "Oh, please let me go!" cried the girl. "Please do! Oh, Mr. Flockley! Mr. Koswell, don't don't please!" "Now be nice about it," growled Dudd Flockley.
Tom and Dick played in both games, and won considerable credit for their work. During these days the boys did not see the girls, nor did they hear from them. Thanksgiving was passed at Brill, only a few of the students going home. Among the number to leave were Dudd Flockley and Jerry Koswell, and they did not return until a week later.