“Of all the mean, dastardly, cowardly pieces of work this is the worst,” he exclaimed. “Just think of it, fellows; like a lot of pusillanimous sneaks they steal over here by night, in vacation time, while we are away, and drag off our cannons. Oh, I wish a few of us had been here. It would have taken only about fifteen or twenty of us to have cleaned out half their college.”
“They wouldn’t have come had there been any of us here. Even proctor Murray was on his vacation,” said Edwards. “It was a mean piece of work, but they planned it well, and here we are without our cannons.”
“But we’re not going to sit down and nurse the loss,” exclaimed Randall. “There is only one thing to do in my mind.”
“And in mine too,” echoed Edwards quietly.
“And that is?” asked Dick Palmer.
“Go and bring them back!” cried Randall.
There was a roar of applause.
“And how shall we do it?” asked one.
“How!” answered Randall boldly. “How! There is only one way. Organize a party, go over to Berkeley, and take the cannons away from them.”
“And bring the whole college down on us in a mass?” said Edwards.