Under his tantalizing manipulation the noise outside grew to the proportions of a riot.
"Come on and get the bloody freshmen!"
"Ride 'em on a rail!"
"Say, are we going to stand for this?"
"Down with that light!"
"Let's run 'em out!"
"Break in the door!"
"Out with the freshman!"
Below came a sudden rush of feet. Rogers, abandoning the gas-jet, draped himself nonchalantly on the couch that faced the door.
"Well, here comes the shindy," thought Stover, with a joyful tensity in every muscle.