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In the midst of it Thomp and Badger made a rush for Dick Prescott, caught him, and rushed him to the platform. But they had to hold him there. "Speech! speech!" roared the boy and girl assemblage. There was a volley of hand-clapping. But Dick, as soon as he could make himself heard, responded: "You've got my number -nothing but the freshman class.
The girls were all there, too, for in these days the girls were as much excited as others over the prospects of winning. "Shall I tell coach and students, Cap?" called Thomp to Edgeworth. "It won't do any harm," nodded Sam. "Confession will make our deed more binding." "What deed?" demanded Coach Morton, scenting some mystery that he was not yet in on.
He kept to himself a good deal, and the scowl on his face threatened to become chronic. Recess was nearly up when Thomp and Captain Sam Edgeworth, of the eleven, approached Dick & Co. A nod from Edgeworth drew Prescott away from his chums. "Prescott, as you know, we don't usually allow freshmen to mix much with us in the athletic line. But the fellows feel that you are a big exception.
"If you were a thoroughly good fellow, wholly on the level, like Badger, Thomp, Purcell, or any one of scores of fellows that we know, then I'd hate to know that you didn't like me. But, as to the kind of fellow you've sometimes shown yourself to be, Fred, I've been really glad that I wasn't your sort and didn't appeal to you."
He only said we must note "thomp, thomp" until he had seen it; dat is all. Now, gentlemens, what would you like? Susan. Handel, Mozart, Beethoven, Mendelssohn, it is all exactly de same to me. Robinson. Oh, then, pray let us have Mendelssohn, one of those exquisite Songs without Words of his. Susan. Yas? with plaisir. I like dose songs best myself, de songs without words.
Chief Coy and four more appeared in the lane among the High School boys. "Now, young gentlemen, jump out, if you please!" rang the chief's order, "We've got to get inside at those fellows, and there may be a good many bullets flying." "Huh!" objected Thomp. "We penned that gang up for you. Now, are you going to chase us off just as the real fun starts?"
"We're going to beat Cobber Second off the gridiron." "Good!" cheered Mr. Morton. "That's the talk. And be sure you live up to it!" "We've got to live up to it," asserted Thomp, solemnly. "Right-o!" came the enthusiastic approval from as many members of the student body as could crowd within easy hearing.
"We've taken the oath, but it's so dreadful that most of us shivered when it came our turn to recite the patter -the ritual, I mean." "What is this 'oath of the dub'?" asked the coach. "It's fearful," shivered Thomp. "Any of you fellows feel better able to explain?" He glanced around him at the other visible members and subs of the school eleven, but they shook their heads and shrank back.
Now we shall have an éclaircissement, an exposure, an explosion. How stupide, too, when he told me not to "thomp, thomp"! I am so sorry, gentlemens! I did hope to give you a song, but I cannot sing without an accompaniment. Gasper? I am so glad, because I do not play it yet myself: I am only learning. Come, I shall sing, and you shall play upon de harp. He'll ruin everything. Enter SERVANT.
"Fred Ripley loses his chance," muttered some one. "He had his chance. A fellow who prefers to skate into the freeze is counted out," replied Thomp. Just as the contestants were moving out Greg Holmes came hurrying down to the ice. "Am I too late?" he called. "Not if you think you've got anything good," replied Badger.
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