"I'd like to see the fresh kids now," jeered another rah-rah youth.
"May all your wishes in life be as promptly fulfilled!" muttered
Tom Reade under his breath.
"We might have had a nice time to-night dancing with the girls from Gridley if their kid friends hadn't stepped in and spoiled it all in their juvenile way," grumbled another.
"We've finished up all the borrowed food," said another. "What shall we do next?"
"For 'next,'" roared Dick Prescott, "you fake collegians will stand up and take your medicine!"
There was instant consternation in the group under the chestnut trees. All the rah-rah boys leaped to their feet, but, ere they could stir, there was a whizzing sound on the air.
Plunk! Plunk! Ker-plunk! Missiles were flying through the air and the rah-rahs were stopping a good many of them with their own persons.
"Hey! Stop that!" bellowed one of the rah-rahs. "You—-wow!"
For his utterance had been for the moment stopped by a large-sized green apple that had struck him full in the mouth.
"Hey! Let up!"