“Oh, that’s all right!” cried Henderson. “Parsons is a freshman, all right. I didn’t remember about it. Sure, he’s all right. It’s a queer time to arrive, though.”
“Isn’t it?” agreed Tom good-naturedly. “Couldn’t help it, though. Train was late.”
“Here come some more sophs!” called Kerr.
“Get that line over, for cats’ sake!” demanded Clinton.
“I will!” exclaimed Langridge.
“Shall I throw it?” asked Tom. “I guess——”
“I’ll do my own throwing,” replied the other coldly.
“If he knows how to throw, let him try,” suggested Clinton. “We want to get that clapper some time to-night.”
“Go ahead, Fred,” urged Kerr. “I guess your arm ain’t in shape yet.”