"Two to nothing!" and again the infant class shouted approval while Lyman, the Senior, looked on amused.
"I really have a chap for you children," he said. "Just because rushing happens to be your game, you run it to death. How do you suppose the Faculty are going to look at this thing? If you want rushing choked off entirely next year, just keep on."
Airily ignoring Lyman's speech, Pete Halleck put his chin out at the Sophomore.
"Then you won't rush?"
"No," answered Cap, perfectly calm, "not even if you carry canes."
Halleck's face shone.
"Ai—i, boys, that's what we'll do! We'll get out there with canes to-morrow and we'll make 'em scrap!"
"Yes, you will! I believe it," sneered Smith. "You fellows are just fresh enough to queer yourselves that way."
"We'll queer you!" cried a valiant youngster "if you don't rush to-morrow we'll tie up your baseball team and cart 'em off to Redwood."