"What's a cane spree?" inquired Hart.
"Well," said Franklin, "the sophs pick out three men from their class, and you pick out three men from yours. They catch hold of a stick and see who can get it. Of course, you'll be chosen."
"Give me a chance," said Hart, grimly.
Franklin laughed. "You'll get it. You'll get your stick, too, old man," he said.
At this moment there came another knock on the door.
"That's Minton," said the senior, as the half-back came into the room.
"Hullo, Buck," he said; "I've fixed things all right with Matt. There'll be no report made of that affair. Matt thinks you're a 'dindy,'" he said, turning to Hart.
"Hope I didn't hurt him," said the latter.
"That 's just what he said about you," replied the half-back, laughing.
"Oh, I guess I 'm all right."
A voice was heard at this juncture in the hallway. "Throw him down, McCloskey," sung in quick-march time, echoed along the walls.
"Here comes Noisy Tom," said Franklin;
