“How is that for a game of bluff?” he asked.
“What in the world do they mean by ‘active steps’?” I asked.
“I don’t know. Legal proceedings would be simply absurd. My idea is that they think because their college is a trifle larger than ours that they can bully us. They have always wanted the cannons, you know.”
“Yes, but I thought they had given up all claims several years ago when the subject was thoroughly discussed in the college papers. You remember, they claimed that the cannons were in their country, two miles from Berkeley, and so belonged to them. But it was decided then that they belonged to nobody, and as our students had found them, they were ours by right of treasure trove as well as forty years’ possession.”
“Yes, but you know how it is in college: a new batch of students comes in and revives old sores. Now they are at it again, and now it is our business to meet them as it was our predecessor’s.”
“Well, we will, and with a vengeance, too, if necessary. Did you show the letter to Edwards?”
Edwards was the managing editor of the college paper, the Belmont Chronicle.
“No; I received it only two hours ago in the late afternoon mail. Come up to Burke Hall, and we will have some fun with it. Watch the sensation when I read it to the boys in the mass meeting.”
Closing the side door of the boat house, Tony padlocked it, and we started back again toward the campus.
“Have you seen Ray Wendell this afternoon?” I asked.