The Somers crowd, glum but determined-looking, seldom voiced a protest.
Dan Brown promptly mounted a box placed under the wide-spreading branches of the tree. The excitement and tumult found no reflection on his face.
"Fellows," he began, in a calm, even voice, "the school is going to get those grounds!"
A burst of wild cheering came from his followers.
"In order to do this great work for the High we've been obliged to match extraordinary conditions with extraordinary methods. Fellows, we must determine which shall rule: red tape and regularity, or common sense."
"Common sense, common sense!" roared an admiring contingent.
"So say we all! There's material enough here to form a nine which could trim any team in the section."
Another salvo of cheers rang out.
"Some fellows seem to have the silly idea that we're doing all this to stir up trouble. I was impolitely told yesterday to meander over to Guffin's and hatch up another plot."
Jeers, and shouts of "Vanitas!" from Lawrence.