"Dave pulled you out," answered Phil. "He saw one of your hands sticking out of the snow, and he got us fellows to form two lines, with him on the end."
"I am very thankful," said Tom Hally, and he gave Dave's hand a warm squeeze. "I shall never go near that hollow again!"
"It's a dangerous place in the winter time," said Roger. "We should have known better than to have retreated in that direction."
"Well, the Army of the Red won!" cried one of the students. "Say, wasn't it a dandy battle!"
"It certainly was!" answered several others.
Doctor Clay was much alarmed to learn that Hally and Messmer had gone down in a hole in the snow, and he came to see how the former was getting along. Then he praised Dave and his chums for their bravery in effecting a rescue.
In the past Hally, who was a rather silent student, had had little to say to the other boys, but now he spoke to Dave, and asked him quite a number of questions concerning himself and the other occupants of dormitories Nos. 11 and 12.
"I'd like to be in with your bunch," said he, wistfully. "I don't like our crowd very well."
"Where are you?" asked Dave.
"In No. 13—with Nat Poole and his crowd."