"Good work, Freshie!" "You're all right!"

Then, with the ground almost at his feet, Neil let go and dropped
lightly into a bed of shrubbery. The fellows above applauded wildly.
With a glance at the near-by group of sophomores, Neil ran. Several of
the enemy started to intercept him, but were called back.

"Let him go! He's all right! We've had our fun!" And Neil sprang up the
steps and into the building without molestation. Meanwhile Paul was
making his descent and receiving his meed of applause from friend and
foe. And as he dropped to earth there came a sound of cheering from the
building, and the freshmen, released by the unlocking of the door,
emerged on to the steps and path.

"Five this way!" was the cry. "Rush the sophs!"

But wiser counsels prevailed and, each cheering loudly, the
representatives of the rival classes took themselves off.

Neil and Paul were the last to leave the building, since they had been
obliged to return to the room for their shoes and coats. Paul had
forgotten some of his disappointment during the later proceedings, and
appeared very well satisfied with himself.

"We showed them what Hillton chaps can do, chum," he said. "And I'll bet
they'll regret electing that fellow Livingston before I'm through with
them! Much I care about their old presidency! They're a pack of silly
little kids, any way. Let's go to bed."