"Is the school on fire again?" asked Earl Roycroft, glancing upward at some smoke which emanated from a hidden chimney.
"Yes! It's burning up with indignation. But the blaze won't get far before the firemen are on the job and put it out."
"Hooray for Brown!" yelled Aleck Parks.
"Three rahs for the good of the school!" shouted Benny Wilkins.
"And a 'tiger' to get after the Ramblers!" added Luke Phelps.
"My only regret is that we haven't a moving picture machine to get some films of our friend with the heavy-weight voice when he trips down the steps and sees this crowd," remarked Brown.
"You're a mean thing to want him to trip," said Benny Wilkins. "I guess those specs hide a hard, cruel light in your eyes."
"Boys, I think we'd better skip," said Earl Roycroft. "Our business is ball playing; not gaping at visitors to the school. Don't you think this will look rather queer to President Hopkins?"
"The enemy must be fought with their own weapons," answered Brown. "We wish to show the aid-de-camp of the Ramblers that those who have the good of the school at heart see everything going on. They must be shown that they can't play this game of favoritism."
"All right," said Earl, resignedly.