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"That Frank Holden is all right," he said, "but Flockley and Koswell are very overbearing and dictatorial. I caught them ordering one of the freshmen around like a servant. If they had spoken that way to me I'd have knocked them down." And the eyes of the Southern lad flashed darkly. "Where do you room?" asked Dick.
The two walked toward the river, and after a few minutes espied Flockley and the others sitting on some rocks, in the sun, talking earnestly. "I want to hear what they are saying," said Songbird. "I have a special reason." And at Max's look of surprise he told something of what had happened. "If Koswell is that mean he ought to be exposed," said Max.
Max, you heard what was said, didn't you?" By this time the German-American student was free of his tormentor, a happy-go-lucky student named Henry Cale. He nodded to Songbird. "Yes, I heard it," he said, and gave Koswell a meaning look. "Fine business to be in, listening around corners," sneered Larkspur. "Say that once more and I'll punch your head!" cried Max, doubling up his fists.
"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.
Flockley and Koswell glared darkly, while as they passed, Larkspur put out his foot to trip Sam up. But Sam was on guard, and instead of stumbling he stepped on the fellow's ankle, something that caused Larkspur to utter a gasp of pain. "What did you do that for?" he demanded savagely.
"I never thought they could row like that," was Larkspur's comment. "I don't think I want to row against them again." Dick and Tom were warmly congratulated by all their friends. It had been a well-earned victory, and they were correspondingly happy. Koswell was sourer than ever against them, and vowed he would "square up" somehow, and Larkspur agreed to help him.
"Returned it, as you know," was the answer, and Jerry winked suggestively. "I'd have flung the bag in the river before I would give it to such a chap as Tom Rover," growled Larkspur. "You trust me, Larky, old boy," answered Jerry Koswell. "I know what I'm doing." "Humph!" "I said I returned the case, but I didn't say I returned all that was in it." "What do you mean by that?" demanded Flockley.
"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.
"Hurrah for Tom Rover!" was the cry from Stanley, and the cheer was taken up on all sides. Jerry Koswell sneaked away as soon as he could, and Flockley and Larkspur followed him. "He'll have it in for you, Tom," said Sam as he and his brothers got away from the crowd. "Most likely he is mad enough to do anything." "Oh, he was mad before," declared Tom. "I am not afraid of him."
"Want me to carry it up to the buildings?" "No, I'll do that," said Koswell, and then he winked at his cronies. The tramp went on and the three watched him disappear in the distance. "What did you do that for, Jerry?" asked Flockley with interest. He surmised that something new was afoot. "Oh, I did it for the fun of the thing," answered Koswell coolly.
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