"He must be in the car back of this!" declared Collingwood. "I want to see him—I want to get a fair look at his face."
"I'd like to do something else to his face!" shouted
another student. "Think of any one offering a Yale pitcher money to throw a game to Harvard!"
This brought a mad howl from the angry students.
Rattleton and Flemming had been torn apart during the struggle, and Thornton and Diamond were separated, but not until Jack had thumped the fellow he disliked, and done it several times.
Both Flemming and Thornton were forgotten. The excited students rushed out by the open door, and crowded into the rear car, which was the only one on the train to which the unknown man could have escaped.
"Where is he?" was the hoarse shout that went up, as the angry boys packed into the car.
They looked desperate and dangerous, as if they were thirsting for human blood.
At the farther end of the car a man in his shirt-sleeves crouched and muttered:
"Well, derned if I expected to kick up this sort of a rumpus! I've seen all kinds of mobs, but I will allow that this reminds me of a regular Judge Lynch crowd, and no mistake. Never judged a lot of youngsters