"I will!" exclaimed Nat, jumping on his chum's back, and bearing him to the earth.
"I'll help!" cried several, and soon half a dozen had piled upon
Jack, in the middle of the campus.
"Down!" he cried, half smothered. "That's enough!"
"Fall in line for a grand march!" shouted Fred Kaler, as he tooted on a tin fife. "L-l-M-let m-m-m-me—l-l-l—Pzzant!" spluttered Will. "Let me lead!"
"Too late!" cried Sam, as he ran out and got at the head of the impromptu procession.
"Came on and get Socrat and Garlach in line!" called Jack. "We'll make 'em march side by side and forget all their troubles."
The idea was received with shouts of laughter.
Off the lads started on a run for the rooms of the two professors.
"Come on!" cried Jack to Mr. Garlach.
"Ach! Vat iss it now?" inquired the instructor, vainly struggling against the hold Jack had of him. "You boys vill drive me to distraction!"
"Got to take part in the grand march!" went on Jack.