he's not going to run me," and Phil stuck out his square, well-formed jaw in a manner that betokened trouble.
"Aren't you gong to help get" began Ed Kerr, who was quite a chum of Langridge.
"Easy!" cautioned Sid. "Here are some sophs."
A group of second-year students passed the freshmen with suspicious glances, but, seeing no offending colors, nor any other evidences of anything that could be taken to mean that their traditional prey had violated any rules, they saw nothing objectionable.
"Don't mention clapper," went on Sid.
"That's right," agreed Ed Kerr. "But I was going to say that Fred knows the ropes better than we do. If we stick to him we'll come out all right. It's no fun to try for for it, and have the sophs give us the merry ha-ha."
"Oh, we'll try to get it," assented Phil Clinton, "but I don't like being ordered around."
"Langridge doesn't mean anything by it," spoke his friend.
"Well, I don't like it." And with that the lads passed into the dormitory, for it was nearly time for supper, and the rule was that they must come to the tables neatly dressed.
A little later Langridge and Holly strolled up
