“Take care of him!” Starbright commanded, speaking to two of the freshmen.
These two were not in the fighting-line, but had been detailed, with two others, by Morgan to manufacture snow ammunition.
The freshmen had been weakened by Morgan’s fall, and now were wavering and undecided. But the instant that Starbright sprang into position at their head and began to utter sharp, quick commands, they recognized his natural leadership and gave him instant obedience.
“Hold them back!” Starbright roared.
Fierce as the fight had been, the ammunition was not all exhausted; and the two men left for this purpose began to heap a great mound of balls at the feet of the fighters.
“Charge ’em!” came in the shrill voice of Jack Ready; and, with their arms filled with snow, the sophomores came on in a mighty, sweeping rush.
“Now, give it to ’em!” Starbright roared back.
Ready, in the lead, was right against the walls, with a dozen of his men at his heels.
“Snow! snow!” Starbright bellowed.
It was a signal agreed on, having been issued by Morgan before the beginning of the fight.