a new notice, were now trying to push their way through an angry
crowd of youngsters that had collected.

"They're no good!"

"A disgrace to the school!"

"Send 'em to Coventry!"

"No! Handle 'em right now!"

There was another rush.

"Get back, you hoodlums!" yelled Bayliss, his face violet with
rage.

"I'll crack the head of any fellow that lays hands on me!" stormed
Fremont.

"Oh, will he? Come on, then, fellows!"

Fremont was caught up as though by a cyclone. Two or three fellows
seized him at a time, passing him down the corridor. The last
to receive the hapless Fremont propelled him through the main
doorway of the school building. Nor was this done with any gentle
force, either.

Bayliss, not attempting to fight, was simply hustled along on
his feet.