“By the gods!” grunted Bingham; “I believe they are going to try it!”
“Try what?” asked Carker.
“To take the fence!” said Bingham.
“That’s just what’s up!” palpitated Ready. “Boys, we must get ready for them. They are drunken with success, and they’re going to bear down on us.”
“Here is where we get even!” Carker almost snarled. “My fighting-blood is up! Naturally, I am a peaceful man, but the limit of endurance has been passed!”
“Amen!” said Ready. “I’m another! I shall strew the ground with corpses! I shall wade knee-deep in gore! I pray that I may again encounter that long-haired freak!”
“Get the men ready!” ordered Bingham. “Let’s give them a hot reception when they do come!”
Then the three set about getting the sophomores ready for the expected attack.
“We must defend the fence to the last!” was the cry. “Don’t give way an inch!”
“We won’t!” declared the rallying sophs. “Let ’em come!”