The tussle that ensued in that cab cannot be described. The freshman attempted to hurl Rattleton out through a window, and, although he did not succeed, he broke the glass. After a time, they got him down and sat on him to hold him. Then the cab drew up, the door was opened, and Browning announced that they had reached their destination.
CHAPTER XI.
IN THE SCARLET CHAMBER.
“Thank you, gents,” said Ready, as they rose from his body. “You sat upon me so hard that I fear you have fractured my wish-bone. It seems to be damaged.”
“Say, will you let up on this ‘gents’ business?” grated Halliday.
“My dear sir—my dear, dear sir!” purred the freshman; “what can you mean?”
“It’s all right for you to address your own class as ‘gents,’ but we distinctly object to it!”
“Refuse me!” murmured Jack. “I addressed you as I thought you deserved. I could not call you gentlemen, you know.”
“Oh, come out here and stop that wind!” grunted Browning, as he reached into the cab, fastened on Ready, and snatched him forth.
As the freshman was dragged out by the muscular student, he humbly observed: