"A disgrace to the school!"
"Send 'em to Coventry!"
"No! Handle 'em right now!"
There was another rush.
"Get back, you hoodlums!" yelled Bayliss, his face violet with rage.
"I'll crack the head of any fellow that lays hands on me!" stormed
Fremont.
"Oh, will he? Come on, then, fellows!"
Fremont was caught up as though by a cyclone. Two or three fellows seized him at a time, passing him down the corridor. The last to receive the hapless Fremont propelled him through the main doorway of the school building. Nor was this done with any gentle force, either.
Bayliss, not attempting to fight, was simply hustled along on his feet.
Out of one of the rooms near by rushed Mr. Cantwell, the principal—-or "Prin." as he was known, his face white with the anger that he felt over what he regarded as a most unseemly disturbance.