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"You've got to give a freshman time to get his feet planted on the ground, you know," he added kindly and with a smile at Dick and Sam. "Thank you for that," answered the older Rover. "We'll be ready for the whole sophomore class by to-morrow." "We'll see," answered Holden and passed on, and the majority of the second-year fellows followed. Flockley and Koswell lingered behind.
There is Dudd Flockley!" exclaimed Sam presently, and pointed to the dudish student, who was crossing the street behind the depot. "Maybe he came down to meet somebody, too," said Tom. "More than likely there will be quite a bunch of girls bound for the seminary." At last the train rolled in, and the three Rovers strained their eyes to catch the first sight of their friends.
They saw a number of the other students looking at them questioningly. Jerry Koswell saw them return, and was much astonished. Had his plot to put them in disgrace miscarried, after all? Larkspur, too, was perplexed. Flockley was a bit relieved, and half hoped the whole matter would blow over and nothing more be heard of it. The day went by, and the other lads did not see Tom.
"Is this an affair between Flockley and Koswell and ourselves or is it simply two freshmen against six sophs?" "Why er have Flockley and Koswell anything against you two?" demanded one of the boys curiously. "I think so," answered Dick. "We had the pleasure of knocking them both down a few hours ago. As it was a private affair, we won't go into details."
"Come up to the room and I'll tell you," answered Larkspur, and then the two hurried off and, joined by Dudd Flockley, hatched out a scheme to get the Rovers into dire trouble with the college authorities. They had a number of preparations to make, and paid a hurried visit to Ashton and several other places, Flockley hiring a runabout for that purpose.
All were rather sleepy in the morning, but a good wash in cold water brightened them greatly. While getting ready for breakfast they looked for Flockley and Koswell, but those two students, as well as Larkspur, kept out of sight. "They don't like the way matters turned out last night," said Dick. On entering the dining-room they saw the sophomores at a nearby table.
"Hi, give me that!" yelled Larkspur. "All right, here you are," answered Tom merrily, and turned the stream of water directly in the sophomore's face. Larkspur spluttered and shied and then plunged to one side into a fellow student standing near. This was Dudd Flockley, and he was carried down on his back.
"Hello, Max!" cried a voice from behind the bushes, and the next moment a stout youth landed on Max Spangler's back, carrying him down with a crash in the brushwood. "What are you doing here, anyway?" At the interruption the whole Flockley crowd started to their feet, and turning, beheld not only Max and the boy who had come up so suddenly, but also Songbird.
They walked away, and I er I got so interested in making up verses I forgot all about it until now." "I wish you had heard more. Do you know where they went to?" "No, but I can look around if you want me to." "I wish very much that you would. I can't leave, or I'd go myself." A few more words followed, and then Songbird went off to hunt up the Flockley crowd. On the campus he met Max Spangler.
They had persuaded Charter to accompany them to the Brice cottage, and there all had witnessed a bitter quarrel between Henry Parwick and Koswell, Larkspur and Flockley. Parwick was semi-intoxicated, and in a maudlin way had exposed all that had been done at the haunted house.
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