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"Take after 'em! Don't let 'em get away!" called Hawley. "Hold on, it's
all right," he quickly added as he perceived Mott in the room. "We don't
care for anybody else for we've got the ringleader right here. Let 'em
go! Let 'em all go! We don't want anybody else."
There was a momentary hesitation on the part of the sophomores as if
they were minded to stand by their classmate, but as they peered about
them it seemed almost as if the entire freshman class were present, and
instantly discretion became the better part of valor, and they fled in a
body from the room and also from the building.
Several of the freshmen had seized Mott by this time, and his desperate
attempts to free himself were unavailing. Peter John had been quickly
freed by Will Phelps, and then Will said hastily to Hawley:
"We've stirred up the hornets' nest enough, haven't we? The sophs will
be back here with all their class. Shall we let him go?"
"Let him go?" laughed Hawley, whose enjoyment seemed to be increasing
with every passing moment. "Well, I rather think not."
"What shall we do? They'll be back here in a minute."
"Send everybody to his room. We'll look after this fellow ourselves."
Will Phelps turned to his classmates and said: "Get away from this
fellows. The sophs will be here in a minute and we may all be hauled up
before the faculty. We'll look after Mott."
Instantly the freshmen ran from Leland Hall, leaving Will Phelps and
Foster Bennett, and Peter John and his room-mate to look after the
captive sophomore.
"What'll we do with him?" inquired Will hastily.
"Take him over to your room."
"That'll be the first place they'll come to when they don't find him
here. Still, I'm perfectly willing--"
"Take him out in the grove," suggested Foster quickly. "If we can get
away from here without being seen we'll be all right there."
"That's the thing," assented Hawley. "Foster, you run ahead and see if
the coast is all clear, for we may have to carry this fellow, and we
might attract some attention if we should happen to be seen on the
street."
"No, you won't. I'll go along all right," spoke up Mott. "It's your turn
now, but it'll be mine again, you know, and I'll see that you freshmen
pay up all your scores with good interest!"
"Don't you threaten us!" said Peter John angrily, speaking now for the
first time.
"I'm not threatening you, freshman, I'm just telling you what you'll
have to go through, that's all. You can do with me what you please, but
whatever you do you musn't forget that it'll be paid back five times
over."
"Don't stop here any longer. Come ahead, fellows," said Hawley quickly.
The party with Mott in their midst swiftly passed down the stairway and
turned into the street that led toward "the grove," a clump of huge pine
trees that had stood for many years on the borders of the rear campus of
the college. The freshmen glanced anxiously about them, but apparently
their presence was not noted by the few who were to be seen on the
street, and they quickly increased the pace at which they were moving.
As they turned into the campus, Mott suddenly broke away from his
captors who had been somewhat deceived by the apparent willingness with
which he had followed them, and began to run swiftly back toward the
college buildings. The sophomore was known as one of the fleetest footed
men in college, and already Will Phelps had had him pointed out as one
of the few who had "made" the track team in his freshman year. He had
looked up to him with the respect that only a freshman can know for the
prominent men in college life, and now was his opportunity to test his
own ability against that of the fleeing member of the sophomore class.
Quickly he darted in pursuit, feeling rather than perceiving that his
own classmates were speedily left far behind him. He was exerting
himself to the utmost and ran as though the prize he was seeking was the
greatest of coveted honors. As he sped over the grass his respect for
his rival increased greatly, for whatever Mott's defects might be, there
certainly was in him no lack of ability to run. The distance between the
runners was steadily maintained, and indeed, it seemed to Will as if it
was being increased. On and on he ran, and the college buildings were
now near-by, and if the fleeing sophomore should once gain an entrance
in one of them then Will knew all further pursuit would be useless.
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