Having reached the road which led to the town, the freshmen and sophomores divided, some going behind a barn and others taking to the woods beyond. Not knowing exactly what to do next, Sam and several with him halted to consider the matter.
"There they go!" was the cry a moment later, and a number of students were seen speeding around a corner of the road.
"That's Bissel, the fellow who hit me in the ear," cried Sam. "I'm going after him."
"And, yes, there is Dutz, who filled my mouth with snow," cried Spud. "Come on!"
Sam was already on the run, and, coming to the turn in the road, he let fly several snowballs.
"Here! Here! What do you mean by such actions?" came suddenly from behind some brushwood which lined the roadway and then, as the students advanced still further, they were surprised to find themselves confronted by a tall man wearing a heavy, fur-lined overcoat. He had likewise been wearing a beaver hat, but the tile now lay in the snow.
"Belright Fogg!" exclaimed Sam in dismay. "That lawyer who tried to get the best of us! And I thought he was one of the students!"
"Ha! so it is you," snarled the man in the fur overcoat harshly. "What do you mean, Rover, by attacking me in this fashion?"