Porcupine, apparently at a loss what to do, looked at the wild scene awhile, then turned to me, saying:
“Let’s jump in and separate them. It will be hell if cops get on them.”
I did not answer, but rushed to the spot where the scuffle appeared most violent.
“Stop there! Cut this out! You’re ruining the name of the school! Stop this, dash you!”
Shouting at the top of my voice, I attempted to penetrate the line which seemed to separate the hostile sides, but this attempt did not succeed. When about ten feet into the turmoil, I could neither advance nor retreat. Right in my front, a comparatively large normal was grappling with a middle about sixteen years of ago.
“Stop that!”
I grabbed the shoulder of the normal and tried to force them apart when some one whacked my feet. On this sudden attack, I let go the normal and fell down sideways. Some one stepped on my back with heavy shoes. With both hands and knees upon the ground, I jumped up and the fellow on my back rolled off to my right. I got up, and saw the big body of Porcupine about twenty feet away, sandwiched between the students, being pushed back and forth, shouting, “Stop the fight! Stop that!”
“Say, we can’t do anything!” I hollered at him, but unable to hear, I think, he did not answer.
A pebble-stone whiffled through the air and hit squarely on my cheek bone; the same moment some one banged my back with a heavy stick from behind.
“Profs mixing in!” “Knock them down!” was shouted.