"It will disperse them quicker than anything else, and I won't have to disgrace them by making any arrests. Turn on plenty of water," said the chief.
And he had been obeyed. From two sides, taking them in front and at the rear, the engines played until gasping, choking, struggling to maintain their footing under the force of the streams, seeking to find a dry place, the fighting students turned and ran for cover.
"Riverview this way!" shouted Frank. "To the trolleys!"
"Over here, Waterside!" came the answering call.
"I guess they've had enough of river and water to-night," chuckled the chief of police. "My! that was hot while it lasted! What was it all about?" he asked of some of the bystanders who had been to the lecture and had seen the start of the row.
"Oh, it seems that Riverview challenged Waterside to a rowing race, and the Waterside lads sent back an insulting answer."
"Are they afraid to row the Riverview crowd?" asked the chief.
"It looks so," was the reply.
"It must be," said another man. "But I don't see what they're afraid of. Riverview hasn't much of a crew of late years."
"Still Waterside seems afraid," came the retort.