Andy and Dunk, glad of their escape, flitted around a corner, to be out of sight. A moment later, however, they heard renewed cries and laughter from the throng they had just left.
“Now what’s up?” asked Dunk. “Are they after us again?”
“Listen!” murmured Andy, looking for a place in which to hide.
Then they heard shouts like these:
“That’s the idea!”
“Come on down to the Taft!”
“We’ll give the Princeton bunch a cheer that will put the kibosh on them for to-morrow.”
“No, don’t go down there,” cautioned cooler heads. “We’ll only get into a row. Come on to the rathskeller!”
“No, the Taft!”
“The rathskeller!”