“Say, I believe it would be sport!” chimed in Tom. “It’s getting warm, and the snow won’t last much longer. Let’s get up a crowd, and go out on the hill.”
The idea met with favor at once, and soon plans were being made for a merry time.
“Telephone over to Fairview, and get your sister and her crowd, Phil,” suggested Sid.
“Listen to the lady-killer!” jeered Tom.
“Oh, let up,” importuned Sid. “I guess I’ve got as much right as you fellows.”
“That’s the stuff! Stick up for your rights!” cried Frank.
Though the moon was not as glorious as on the previous evening, the night was a fine one, and a merry party of young men and maidens gathered on the hill with big bobs, the gongs of which made clamorous music, amid the shouts and laughter.
There were several cliques of students, but Tom and his crowd, with Phil’s sister and the girls who were her chums, clung together and had many a swift coast. It was when several were thinking of starting for home that a party of lads, with a fine, big bob appeared on the hill.
“Who wants a ride?” challenged the leader, whom Tom recognized as Shambler. “Come on, girls,” he went on, addressing Ruth Clinton, with easy familiarity. “Get on, we’ll give you a good coast.”
“We don’t care to,” said Ruth, turning aside.