"Sam has it," answered Tom. "And it wasn't broken, either," he added with pride.
"But—ah—why did he—ah—run away with it?" queried Tubbs innocently.
"To stop the slaughter of the innocents," answered Dick. "He'll give it back to you later. But don't try to carry it again," went on Dick in a low voice.
"Just look at me!" moaned William Philander as he gazed at the wreck of his outfit. "Look at this tie—and it cost me a dollar and seventy-five cents!"
"Be thankful you weren't killed," answered a sophomore. "Don't you know better than to carry a cane."
"I—ah—fancy I'll carry a cane if I wish," answered Tubbs with great dignity.
"Not around Brill," answered several.
"And—ah—why not?"
"Because you're a freshie, that's why. You can wear the colors—because of the necktie rush—but you can't carry a cane."
"Oh—ah—so that's it!" cried William Philander, a light breaking in on him. "But why didn't you come up politely and tell me so, instead of rushing at me like a—ah—like mad bulls? It was very rude, don't you know."