“And there come two more Juniors, with another crowd of girls, down the hill.”
“That’s all right,” declared George Nelson. “Come on down to Blake’s. We’ll ’phone the fellows from there.”
The boys hastened over to the livery stable. “Hello, there, Ted! We’ve tracked the girls to Fanny Berginrose’s. You know the scheme. Hurry down.”
Ten minutes later a dozen Sophomores entered Blake’s, hot and breathless.
“Everything’s moving,” said Bert Loranger. “We’ve ordered two ’buses. We’ll go down to Fanny’s in a body and politely offer to escort the Fresh-Ladies. Once in, we’ll drive them over to Rockton and across to Freeville, and keep them going till midnight.”
As soon as the ’buses were ready the boys sprang in and started for the Berginrose mansion. As they drew up in imposing array along the curb, they stood up and, swinging their hats, gave the Freshman yell: “Siss, bang! Boom-a-lang! Roar! Vive-la, Belmont! 1904!”
Long before that all the girls were watching them from the window.
“The Sophomores! What shall we do? Don’t let them in!” cried they in a chorus.
Fanny stuck her head out the window and asked, “What’s wanted?”
“We’ve come to offer our services as escorts to the hotel,” said Ted, bowing as gracefully as possible to a second-story window.