"Well, what is it?" said Rogers sharply, sending a terrific frown at the sheepish leaders.
At this curt reminder there was a shifting movement in the rear, which rapidly communicated itself to the stammering, apologetic front ranks; the door was closed in ludicrous haste, and down the stairs resounded the stampede of the baffled host.
"My, they are a fierce lot, these man-eating sophomores, aren't they?" said Rogers, giving way to his laughter. And then, a little apologetically, but with a certain twinkle of humor, he added: "Don't worry, boys; there was no one in that crowd who'll do you any harm. However, I might just as well chaperon you to your eating-joint."
"Le Baron is going to take me out with him," said Stover, as they rose to go.
"Hugh Le Baron?" said Rogers, with a new interest.
"Yes, sir."
"I didn't get your name."
"Stover."
"Oh! Captain down at Lawrenceville, weren't you?"