“No. Why should I when there are already plenty?” “Dutch,” or otherwise Billy Housenlager, demanded.
“That’s right,” spoke Frank. “Come on, give us a hand, and we’ll give you a ride.”
“I am too tired,” was the answer, “but I will let you have the honor of pulling me,” and, with a sigh of contentment Dutch threw himself down on the big bob.
“Here! Get off, you horse!” cried Sid.
A loud snore was the answer. Sid started back to roll the lazy student off, but Tom, with a wink, indicated a better way of disposing of him. At a signal the four students broke into a run.
“Ah, this beats an auto,” murmured Billy.
Suddenly the four swerved sharply, and the bob turned over, spilling Dutch off, into a snow bank.
“Ten thousand double-dyed maledictions upon you!” he spluttered, as he blew the snow out of his mouth. “Just for that I’ll not ride with you. Hold on, Jerry—Joe,” he called to the Jersey twins, “wait for papa!”
There was a laugh at Dutch and his predicament, and then the crowd of students hurried on, our heroes among them. In a little while they could hear distant shouts, and the clanging of bells.