When he had gone two hundred feet further, Dick countermarched his little force. Still singing they went back by the head of the lane, but not one member of Dick & Co. allowed himself to glance down the lane at man or automobile.
Then the song died out.
"I say, fellows," called Dave Darrin, banteringly, "we'd better get back to the hall if we don't want to find other fellows going home with our girls."
"I'll fight before I'll let that happen," proclaimed Dick Prescott.
"Hustle, then!" urged Dan.
Once out of the alleyway and into the side street the freshmen halted for an instant.
"Fellows," spoke Dick Prescott, "you all know what that means? One lookout in front of the bank, and another at the rear. An auto at the rear, too. Greg, you hustle to the police station as fast as you can make your feet fly. No use trying to find a place open where you can telephone. Come, the rest of you fellows."
There was a side entrance to the hall from the side street.
Dick and his four remaining chums ran in at this side door, that the man in front of the bank might not see them.
Up the stairs the freshmen rushed.