"Hi! hi! Stop that, I say!" cried William Philander in alarm. "Let me alone! Give me back my cane!"
"You don't get this cane back, freshie," answered one of the second-year students.
"You must give it to me! Why, Miss Margaret DeVoe Marlow gave me that cane last summer, when we were at Newport. I want"
"No more cane for you, freshie!" was the cry. And then, to Tubbs' untold horror, one of the sophomores placed the cane across his knee as if to break it in two.
"Don't you break that cane! Don't you dare to do it!" cried the dude, and then he commenced to struggle violently, for the cane was very dear to him, being a birthday gift from one of his warmest lady friends. In the scuffle which followed William Philander had his collar and necktie torn from him and his coat was split up the back.
"Say, this is going too far!" cried Dick, and then he raised his voice: "Freshmen to the rescue!"
"This is none of your affair," growled the sophomore who had led the attack on Tubbs.
"Don't break that cane!" cried Tom. "If you do somebody will get a bloody nose!"
