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"Got a carriage at the Sanderson place," answered Sam with a grin. "You did!" cried Flockley. "Say, you're a fresh lot, aren't you?" he went on, glaring at Dick and Sam. "Where's the third chap?" "None of your business," answered Dick sharply. "Don't you talk to me like that!" cried Dudd Flockley, and then his face took on a look of cunning. "Freshmen, eh? Then you don't know what we are.
"I'll wager old Sharp will make him suffer good and proper." "Maybe they'll suspend Rover," said Bart Larkspur. "But that would be carrying it pretty far, wouldn't it?" "They won't suspend him, but he'll surely be punished," came from Dudd Flockley. "By the way, are you sure it was a photo of Sharp's best girl?"
"Then Flockley sent you, eh?" put in Dick. "Yes, if you want to know it." "Well, tell Flockley to mind his own business," answered Dick sharply. "If Frank Holden wants us we'll come, but not otherwise." "Are you hazing any of the other fellows?" asked Tom. "We'll haze them after we get through with you," growled Larkspur, and then the Rovers heard him tiptoe his way down the hall.
Koswell let out a wild yell and started to retreat and so did several others. "Don't go! Capture the hose!" called out Flockley, but even as he spoke he took good care to get behind another sophomore. "Capture it yourself!" growled the youth he was using as a shield. "Say, you're making too much noise," whispered another student. "Do you want the proctor down on us?
"Let me congratulate you," and he waved his hand pleasantly to Dick and Tom. "I got a pain in my side, and that made me miss the stroke," said Jerry Koswell lamely. "Some day I'll race them again, and win, too." "You should have won this time," growled Dudd Flockley when he was alone with his cronies. "I dropped twenty dollars on that race."
"It's all stuff and nonsense!" roared Dudd Flockley. "They are freshies and ought to be bounced off the fence and given a lesson in the bargain." "That's it come and hammer 'em!" added Jerry Koswell. "What's the row here?" demanded a tall lad who had just come up. He had light curly hair, blue eyes and a face that was sunshine itself.
Sam drew in his foot and then sent it forth so suddenly that it took the sophomore in the stomach and sent him reeling to the grass. "At them!" yelled Flockley. "Show them how they must behave! Sophs to the front!" "Wait!" The command came from Dick, and he spoke so clearly and firmly that all the sophomores paused.
For several days after the contest over the colors matters ran along smoothly at Brill. The Rover boys made many more friends, and because of his work during the necktie rush Dick was chosen as the leader of the freshmen's class. "On Friday I am going to fix Tom Rover," said Jerry Koswell to Dudd Flockley. "Just wait and see what I do and keep your mouth shut."
"Aren't we to do anything to these freshies?" demanded Dudd Flockley. He did not at all relish the turn affairs had taken. "Can't do a thing until to-morrow," answered Frank Holden decidedly. "Bah! I believe in making a freshie toe the mark as soon as he arrives." "So do I," added Jerry Koswell. "Can't be done against the traditions of Brill," answered the class leader.
Everybody thought there might be another fight in the near future, but day after day went by and Koswell made no move, nor did he even notice Tom. He kept with Flockley and Larkspur, and the three were often noticed consulting together. At last winter was over, and the warm breath of Spring filled the air.
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