“The beggars have locked it!” some one exclaimed.
“Break it in!” another added.
“Ask ’em to open first,” counseled a third. “We’ve smashed so many now that we’ll have a pretty bill to pay.”
“Oh, blazes, give it your shoulder, Battersby,” exclaimed a loud voice.
“Going to open, fresh?” called out a student on the other side of the portal.
“Nope!” cried Sid.
There was a moment’s pause and then some one hurled himself at the door. The bolt held for a few seconds, but on a second rush there was a splintering of wood, the screws pulled out and the portal flew open, giving admittance to a crowd of sophomores.