“Where are you taking me? What are you going to do? Is this allowed?” fired George at his captors.
“Sure it’s allowed, you little question mark!” exclaimed a Sophomore. “Trot along now.”
Tom and his chums were led over the campus. They could see other little groups of prisoners in like plight, and the Sophomores, all of whom wore masks, gathered together with their captives.
“To the river!” ordered the ringleaders. “We’ll make ’em wade a bit.”
“Oh, they’re going to duck us!” whimpered George. “I wonder why they do it?”
“Oh, there goes Why!” exclaimed Jack. “He can’t keep still.”
“They’re not going to duck me!” murmured Tom. “Come on, Jack, now’s our chance. Make a break!”
It was the best chance Tom had seen, and, with a sudden push, and a putting out of his foot, he tripped the lad who had hold of his arm. Then, with a well-directed punch, he paid him back for the dig in the ribs. Tom was free to run.
“Come on, Jack!” he called. His chum, performing a like trick, was also free, and their two captors were down on the ground. But the flight did not go unnoticed.
“Two are loose! Grab the two Freshies!” yelled the lads who had held Tom and Jack. The cry was taken up, and some of the Sophomores, who had no Freshmen to take care of, ran after the two chums. Our heroes might have gotten away but for the fact that two lads, masked, who were coming across the campus to join their fellows, saw them, and waited to catch the two fleeing ones.