“Didn’t make known.”
“What shall we do?”
“Got to call the men out. Come on.”
Then Hodge and Browning cried for the seniors to “fall in,” and the singing lulled a little. There was a moment of hesitation, for the class that had followed Frank Merriwell never cared to accept any other leader.
“Fall in!” thundered Browning, in his most commanding manner.
“Fall in!” cried Hodge, in a clear, distinct tone.
The hesitation was over, and a scramble from the senior fence took place at once, the men running to get into line behind the two leaders. They formed in rows of eight, with arms across each other’s shoulders, and were ready in a remarkably short space of time.
“Forward!” roared Browning.
Then, still singing, they started down the campus, dancing with a running step, three steps to the right and three to the left, in time with the song. Every third step ended with a skirt-dancer’s kick into space.
The lines had fallen in so swiftly that more than two hundred men were in motion behind Browning and Hodge, shouting the words of the song. It was a queer sight to see that great mass of men dance forward with three running steps to the right and end with a kick of the right foot, followed by the same action to the left, all the while singing as loudly as they could.