in forming a crowd of their fellow-students into marching order, and,
singing gaily and tooting horns and sounding rattles, and with
numerous torches flickering, the collegians tramped around the college
buildings and over the campus and then back to the bonfires.

"Whoop! Hurrah!" came a sudden yell, and from one of the distant barns
rushed half a dozen students, dragging behind them a buggy. On the
seat, wearing an exceedingly tight jockey jacket, and likewise a
jockey cap, sat old man Filbury, the general caretaker of the
dormitories.

"Hurrah! Here the conquering hero comes!"

"It's a race-- a race for a thousand dollars!"

"I'll bet on Filbury, every time!"

"Now, see here, gents, I don't like this at all. You lemme out o' this
here kerridge," wailed the old man-of-all-work. "I ain't doin' none o'
this celebratin'. I got some work to do. You let me go."

"Oh, we couldn't think of it, Filbury," cried Stanley, who was one of
the students at the shafts of the carriage. "Now then, boys,
together!" And along the turnout rattled, past the various bonfires.

"Speech! Speech!" came another cry. "Filbury, can't you say something
about Brill and this glorious victory?"

"Never mind the victory," came from Tom. "Let him tell us about how to
pass our examinations without studying."