The song was softer now, and then it broke forth into a full chorus, well rendered.
“It’s a shame to break it up,” reasoned Tom. Then a class feeling overcame him. After all, the sophomores were their traditional enemies, and college tradition demanded that they disperse the gathering.
“Kerr ought to be there now,” whispered Langridge. “The fuse will burn for two minutes.”
“Fuse—fuse,” repeated Phil. “It must be an explosion. You want to be careful, Langridge.”
“Oh, I know what I’m doing,” was the answer. “But mind now, no squealing, whatever happens.”
“You needn’t say that,” was Phil’s quick retort. “We’re Randall College freshmen,” as if that was all that was necessary.
Kerr glided in from somewhere.
“Well?” asked Langridge.
“It’s all right.”