The disguised freshmen came downstairs, bearing their captives, who were swiftly thrust into the hack, which was a big, roomy, old-fashioned affair.
As many of the freshmen as could do so piled inside and upon the hack, and then Frank gave the signal, the driver whipped up his horse and away they went.
"East Rock," said Frank.
"Eh?" exclaimed the driver. "Thot's not pwhere ye wur goin' in th' firrust place."
"We have changed the programme. East Rock is where we are bound for now."
"All roight, me b'y."
The triumphant freshmen felt like shouting and singing in jubilant mood. Indeed, Rattleton could not refrain from "letting off steam," as he called it, and he gave one wild howl of triumph that made the streets echo:
"'Umpty-eight! 'Umpty-eight!"
"Break it off!" sharply commanded Frank. "Want to let the sophs know we're up to something?"
"I don't care."