The Rover Boys at College Part 7

"At them!" yelled Flockley. "Show them how they must behave! Sophs to the front!"

"Wait!" The command came from d.i.c.k, and he spoke so clearly and firmly that all the soph.o.m.ores paused. "Is this an affair between Flockley and Koswell and ourselves or is it simply two freshmen against six sophs?"

"Why--er--have Flockley and Koswell anything against you two?"

demanded one of the boys curiously.

"I think so," answered d.i.c.k. "We had the pleasure of knocking them both down a few hours ago. As it was a private affair, we won't go into details."

"Didn't do it because you were freshmen?" asked another lad.

"Not at all. We were total strangers when the thing occurred."

"Yes, but--" came from another soph.o.m.ore.

"Sorry I can't explain. Flockley and Koswell can if they wish. But I advise them to keep a certain party's name out of the story," added d.i.c.k significantly. He felt bound to protect Minnie Sanderson as much as possible.

"It's all stuff and nonsense!" roared Dudd Flockley. "They are fres.h.i.+es and ought to be bounced off the fence and given a lesson in the bargain."

"That's it--come and hammer 'em!" added Jerry Koswell.

"What's the row here?" demanded a tall lad who had just come up. He had light curly hair, blue eyes and a face that was suns.h.i.+ne itself.

"Two fres.h.i.+es on the stone fence, Holden," said one of the soph.o.m.ores.

"We can't allow that, you know."

At this Frank Holden, the leader of the soph.o.m.ore cla.s.s, laughed.

"Too bad, fellows, but they've got you. Term doesn't begin until to-morrow and they can sit where they please until twelve o'clock midnight. After that"--he turned to d.i.c.k and Sam--"well, your blood will be on your own heads if you disturb this fence or the benches around the flagstaff."

"My gracious! Frank's right, term isn't on until to-morrow," cried another student. "I beg your pardon, boys!" And he bowed lowly to the Rovers.

"Gee, it's a wonder you fellows wouldn't say something before I was kicked off the earth!" growled the soph.o.m.ore who had been sent to the gra.s.s by Sam.

"Don't thank me for what I did," said Sam pleasantly, and this caused some of the other college fellows to grin.

"Don't say a word," cried the one who had gone down. "Only--well, if I catch you on the fence, it will be who's best man, that's all."

"Aren't we to do anything to these fres.h.i.+es?" demanded Dudd Flockley.

He did not at all relish the turn affairs had taken.

"Can't do a thing until to-morrow," answered Frank Holden decidedly.

"Bah! I believe in making a fres.h.i.+e toe the mark as soon as he arrives."

"So do I," added Jerry Koswell.

"Can't be done--against the traditions of Brill," answered the cla.s.s leader. "You've got to give a freshman time to get his feet planted on the ground, you know," he added kindly and with a smile at d.i.c.k and Sam.

"Thank you for that," answered the older Rover. "We'll be ready for the whole soph.o.m.ore cla.s.s by to-morrow."

"We'll see," answered Holden and pa.s.sed on, and the majority of the second-year fellows followed. Flockley and Koswell lingered behind.

"See here, you chaps," said Flockley. "What are your names?"

"If you want to know so bad, my name is d.i.c.k Rover and this is my brother Sam."

"And who was the other fellow?" asked Koswell.

"My brother Tom."

"Three brothers, eh, and named Rover!" growled Dudd Flockley. "All right, I'll remember that, and I'll remember how you treated us up to the Sanderson place."

"And I'll remember it too and square up," added Koswell.

"We'll make Brill too hot to hold you," snapped Flockley, and then he turned into the gateway leading to the campus and his crony followed.

CHAPTER V

GETTING ACQUAINTED

"d.i.c.k, we have made two enemies, that's sure," remarked Sam to his brother as they watched Flockley and Koswell depart.

"It couldn't be helped if we have, Sam," was the reply. "You are not sorry for what we did at the Sanderson house, are you?"

"Not in the least. What we should have done was to give those chaps a sound thras.h.i.+ng."

"They seem to have a number of friends here. Probably they will do all they can to make life at this college miserable for us."

"Well, if they do too much, I reckon we can do something too."

Some new students had been standing at a distance watching the scene described in the last chapter. Now one of them approached and nodded pleasantly.

"Freshmen?" he asked.

"Yes," answered both of the Rovers.

"So am I. My name is Stanley Browne. What's yours?"

"d.i.c.k Rover, and this is my brother Sam."

"Oh, are you d.i.c.k Rover? I've heard about you. My cousin knows you real well."

"Who is your cousin?"

"Larry Colby."