"Roycroft, Roycroft, Roycroft!" shouted the students.
"And until the other day I never knew what star players we had in Platt and Bush—both of 'em nearly six feet of bone and muscle—plenty of skill and speed, besides."
The noise and confusion became so great that "Crackers'" oration only reached those on the outside of the mass as disconnected sentences.
"The 'Hopes' will have such a string of victories——"
"Hurrah, hurrah!" shouted the crowd.
"Order, order!" bawled Lawrence.
The tumult subsided.
"Proposition number three is this: in case the Ramblers refuse all overtures, the students shall recognize our team—the hard-working, victorious 'Hopes'—as the official representative of the school!"
The storm of approval which immediately followed grew to such uproarious proportions as to make the combined efforts of the "outlaws" to restore order futile. Their voices were drowned in a roar of sound which carried a conviction to the hearts of Bob's friends that the Kingswood High was about to be plunged into the stormiest period of its history.
Earl Roycroft looked hot and uncomfortable as he heard his name called from every point of the campus.