“Come on, fellows. More work for us down here. There are some of the Freshies in their burrows. Rout ’em out! Smash ’em up!”
The tramping of feet came to a pause outside the door of our two friends.
“Open up!” came the command.
“Come in!” invited Joe. They had not turned the key as they did not want the lock broken.
Into the room burst a nondescript horde of students. They were wild and disheveled, some with torn coats and trousers, others with neckties and collars missing, or else hanging in shreds about their necks.
“Ricky put up a game fight!” murmured Joe.
“He sure did,” agreed Spike.
“Hello, Freshmen!” greeted the leader of the Sophomores. “Ready for yours?”
“Sure,” answered Spike with as cheerful a grin as he could muster.