THE COLLEGE AND THE CIRCUS
ner? Say, One-Barrel, let's see you shoot!" One-Barrel took a fresh chew of tobacco.
"Look at the lovely cowboys. Oh! Oh! Aren't they wicked?"
"Here come the Indians. Wow! Wa—wa—wa—wah!" The young bucks grinned as if they enjoyed it; the old ones merely looked oblivious and inscrutable. The discordant steam calliope kept on playing. Now the students began walking along the street beside the procession. The sidewalks and shop doors and windows were crowded with townspeople, including the entire negro population.
The procession proceeded for a while in silence now, an ominous silence, considering that a solid stream of students was stretching out along the street, parallel with the parade.
"All right now, fellows," whispered Holland. "Spread the word down the line." He was the leader this time, and meant to make more of a success of it than Stehman had made last year, though there were those who thought that if Holland and the rest of the college had pitched in like Stehman, there
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