“Gentlemen, I hope you enjoy your call,” he said. “As for us, we have to leave you, as we are already a little late for the banquet. This is only a sample of what we will have, and as a sort of memento of this auspicious occasion, let me inform you that we have a flashlight photograph of you in your most interesting poses. Bascome, smile a little, if you please—that’s it—look pleasant. That will do. You may lay aside the rag doll now.”
With a strong expression the freshman president cast aside the effigy, and yelled:
“Fellows, we’re stung! But we can prevent these four from going to the banquet, anyhow! Get at them!”
He leaped across the table, followed by several of his fellows.
“Too late! Sorry to leave you!” cried Tom, as he and his chums glided through the open doorway behind them, Sid taking the camera with him.
The door was hastily pulled shut, and bolted, barred and locked, just as the group of infuriated freshmen threw themselves against it.
“Trapped!” Tom heard Bascome shout from the other side of the portal. “Try the other door!”
“That’s locked, too,” came the despairing cry. “We’re caught!”
“That’s it!” cried Phil exultantly. “Ta-ta, freshies! Next time you listen to a traitor, take care to lay better plans. We’re off to our annual feed. When you get out come along, and we’ll give you the leavings. You can have Fenton, too,” and the four who had successfully turned the trick on their class enemies, hastened off, leaped into a waiting auto, and were soon at the banquet hall, where their fellows were anxiously expecting them.