He had an arm linked through one of Dashleigh’s, while Bingham was holding Dashleigh up on the other side.
“What’s up?” Dick calmly asked.
“We are! It isn’t late, you see!”
He saw other sophomores gathering round him, but made no attempt to run. Down near the fence was a howling mob of students, mostly sophomores and freshmen, who seemed to be dancing a war-dance about a captive.
“There was a fellow in the Scripture——” Ready began.
“Oh, there was!” Dick interrupted.
“No impertinence, freshman!” cried Ready, blowing out his red cheeks. “There was a fellow in Scripture who was commanded to bow before the image of Somebody-or-other, and he refused, and awful things happened to him!”
“Yes; I remember that he came out all right in the end!”
“Oh, did he? I’ll have to quit quoting Scripture, or go to studying it. But you’ll not come out all right in the end.”
Dashleigh tripped Bingham and tried to break away.