Ben was right. Mason came forth to chapel in the morning, and, from his appearance, no one could have told that he had been knocked out in such manner the night before.
Straightway the giant freshman set about trying to discover just who it was that struck him, but those he questioned did not know, or lied by saying they did not know.
Mason grew more and more furious as time progressed and he failed to learn what he desired. He swore that he would find out before night, and the fellow should suffer.
At noon a crowd gathered at the fence and talked the matter over. Charlie Creighton was there, and again he was in favor of organizing against the freshmen.
While they were talking, Mason was seen approaching.
"Here he comes!" was the general exclamation.
"And he's out for blood!" declared Creighton. "His manner shows that. There is going to be trouble."
Before reaching the fence, Mason encountered Danny Griswold. Instantly he collared the little fellow.
"Griswold," he said, "I know that you know who struck me last night. If you don't tell, I'm going to give you the worst drubbing you ever received."
Danny shrank away, saying: