"That being the case," went on Tom, "we'll have to consider the ways
and means of doing it. Of course Nick, being a Junior, isn't in the
same class with Sam. If it had been two Juniors who acted the way
those fellow did I don't know that we would have such a kick coming,
but when a member of your own class turns against you it's time to do
something!"

"Hurray!" cried George. "What are you going to do, fellows? Will you
let me in on it? Will you haze 'em? Say, you'll let me have part in
it; won't you?"

"Hold on, George!" begged Tom with a smile. "Just shut off your gas,
throw back your spark, and put on the brakes. You're skidding a bit."

"Aw, say, I want to be in on it," begged the small chap earnestly.

"Oh, you will be all right," Jack assured him.

"The whole Sophomore class will be in it when we give those fellows the
lesson they need."

"I'd--I'd like to------" began Bert energetically as he clenched his
fists and look at the departing car, which was now almost hidden in a
cloud of dust. "I'm going to------"

"Hold on," broke in Tom soothingly. "Let me prescribe for you, Bertie
my boy," and taking his arm he steered his chum around and toward the
little shack where Pop Swab held forth.

As they filed into the little building two other school lads passed by.