"Get off the field!" shouted one.
"We want real ball players!" came from another.
"The school won't stand for your kind of playing!" yelled a third.
The small minority still loyal to the regulars voiced a vociferous protest, and, backing up their words with action, gathered about the players.
"Chase 'em right off the field, boys!" bawled Owen Lawrence.
The bodyguard, fearful that his order might be carried into execution, prepared to meet the emergency with every means at their command.
"This is an outrage!" yelled Harry Spearman. "I protest."
"Keep on protesting—that's all the good it will do you," sneered a partisan of the "Hopes." "We'll show you the kind of stuff we're made of."
"No game to-day unless we play it!" came from Brown.
Bob Somers leaped on the soap box from which the chief "outlaw" had just arisen.