The joy of the students at having Judd restored to them as if from death itself, finally surpassed all bounds. They made a grand rush for the big, awkward youth and lifting him protestingly to their shoulders, they bore him once about the campus before releasing him, in this manner proclaiming the glad tidings.
The sheriff, disappointed at having his bid for prominence spoiled, still lingered about the students. At last he stepped up to Judd.
"Young man, do ye wish to swear out a warrant agin any of these rascals?"
"No, thanks," grinned Judd, "I reckon it isn't a very serious offence to duck a feller, is it?"
"Not very; but er,—er, attempted murder is different! Quite different!"
"You might give them each thirty days for a poor attempt," suggested
Judd.
The bunch laughed.
Judd turned to Pole, who stood holding his cap. "I'll thank you for my lid, Pole. It's the only sky piece I've got."
"Well, let's lift the crepe and postpone the funeral," urged Potts, "The corpse has decided to take on new life and the mourners are wearing glad rags again. Classes begin this afternoon at one P.M. as usual. This way out!"
The crowd broke up, joyfully.