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"Where's Graves?" demanded Jordan, coming to the top step. The silence that followed was as grim as the falling snow. Spuddy and Shorts were dragging the limp Swipes up the long steps. "Graves?... We haven't seen him," interjected Shorty Brown, and Dan Jordan answered gravely: "Then the sophomores have captured him, that's a certainty! He hasn't been here, and he hasn't been to the Rectory."
"If you fellows won't peach," said he in an eager undertone, "I'll tell you something and you can help." "What?" "We'll have Graves if you will all do as I tell you." "Watch me," cried Swipes, turning a somersault. When he was in the most harrowing position, Brown gave him a swift kick. "Give him one for me, Shorts," whispered Spuddy, but Swipes was on his feet again, ready to listen.
"So would I," boasted Spuddy. "You bet I would." Swipes broke into a ringing laugh. "You'd make a nice fighter, Spud," he chuckled; "you're not bigger than a minute with fifty seconds in it. Gosh, I wish something would happen. I'm tired sitting about doing nothing." His words came to Dan Jordan through a dim maze of tangled thoughts.
"I'll take what you have, too, girl," said Jordan in a loud voice, "how much do they weigh?" "Don't know," replied Tess. "Take them in and get them weighed," said Swipes, innocently coming to Dan's side. "Hey there, you old guy," chuckled Spuddy; "drag your fish into the opera-house and dump them out.... We're going to have some fun.... If we can't have our president, eels will have to do."
He had hoped that in the excitement of the banquet his remorse would be quieted a little, but his conscience lashed him so constantly with self-reproach that it seemed imperative for him to give up his studies, marry Teola, and take her away. "Let's all go down town," cried Swipes in a loud tone with a side wink at Spuddy, "and get boiling drunk. If something doesn't happen "
The house is on fire, and we're boxed in this cupola like rats in a trap." Spuddy sprang out of bed. The thunder he had dreamed of was the roar of the fire in the walls of the great house. The rain descending on the roof was the water being thrown from the long fire-hose. A strong stream of ice-cold water suddenly broke the window, driving Swipes against the wall. He whimpered drunkenly.
"Well, you see," explained Dan, "there is a comic opera playing here. This afternoon, Swipes, Shorts and Spuddy took some of the chorus girls to the house, when the other fellows were away. They might have known the officers would have found it out. Sure enough, they did! The little rascals were all drunk on champagne, and the girls had to be sent to their hotels in carriages.
As I went out of the coffee-room the spuddy, broad-faced military puppy with spectacles was vociferating to the languishing military puppy, and to his old simpleton of a father, who was listening to him with his usual look of undisguised admiration, about the absolute necessity of kicking Lieutenant P- out of the army for having disgraced "the service."
Jimmy was jerked to his feet, the injured expression upon his sorrowful face plainly showing Manchester that his strokes had been telling ones. "There! We're through with you for to-night, 'Spuddy, old boy," said Manchester, proudly feeling his biceps. "Go sit down ... if you can," and Jimmy limped away with a muttered "thank heaven."
Three hours afterwards the three little freshmen walked zig-zaggedly, arm in arm, up the long hill toward the University Campus. Shorts had a shaky grasp of one arm of Dillon, and Spuddy the other. On through the cold night they dragged him, until they reached the broad white carriage way that led to the fraternity house. Here Swipes stumbled, loosening himself from the grasp of his companions.
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