“The sophs are behind this!” shouted a frenzied freshman on the stairs, his football head of fiery-red hair and his rolling eyes making him look like an anarchist.
“We’ll get even!” shouted another man, climbing on the shoulders of his companions and waving his clenched fist in the air. “We’ll make the sophs shed tears of blood!”
“We’ll murder every soph we can catch!” thundered a fellow with a hoarse voice. “We’ll decorate our rooms with their skins!”
“I’ll have a door-mat made of soph scalps!” shrieked yet another.
“Revenge! revenge! revenge!” they all howled in chorus.
No wonder Mrs. Harrington was alarmed, even though she had known considerable of such outbreaks on former occasions.
“Where have they taken Ready?” snarled one man, shaking the fellow who had witnessed the kidnaping.
“Why, hu-hu-how dud-dud-do I kuk-kuk-know!” chattered the one who was being shaken.
“You saw it!”
“Yes.”