"Hit 'em, fellows, hit 'em!" roared Stanley. "We've got to get those banners this year."
"And we're going to do it," added Sam. He turned to Bob and Spud. "Boost me up, fellows, and I'll walk right over their heads to the pole."
"All right, if you want to take the chance," answered Spud, and in a twinkling Sam was shoved up into the air onto the shoulders of the boy in front of him.
This student let out a cry of alarm, but before he could do anything Sam made a leap forward, landing on the shoulders of two students close to the pole.
"Fire him back! Don't let him reach the pole!" came in a yell from several throats.
"Hold him by the ankles! Don't let him jump!" cried out the leader of the fort defenders.
Several students turned to clutch at the ankles of Sam Rover, but he was too nimble for them, and with another leap he reached the flagpole and clutched it tightly.
"Hurrah! Rover has reached the pole!"
"Get those banners, Sam! There is no time to spare!"
"Hold him!" "Pull him down!" "Maul him!" cried the fort defenders. "Don't let him climb up the pole!"