ground, the turnout was once more in motion and dashing along the
campus roadway as fast as the students could pull and push it.

"Them boys is plumb crazy!" gasped old Filbury.

"Oh, I never! We shall certainly be hurt," wailed William Philander.
And then, as two wheels of the turnout went over a big stone, he
clutched old Filbury wildly by the shoulder. Then the carriage struck
another stone, and both occupants held fast for dear life. Three times
the turnout, with its terrified occupants, circled the campus. All the
while William Philander and old Filbury were yelling wildly for their
tormentors to stop. But now, a long rope had been hitched fast to the
front axle, and fully two dozen students had hold of this, fresh ones
continually taking the places of those who became tired out. As it
was, Sam and Tom went around twice, and then fell out to rest.

"Say, Washer," said a student named Lamar to his close chum, "here's a
chance to square up with old Filbury for the way he treated us."

"What do you mean?" asked the student named Washer.

"Let us get in the lead on the rope, and run the carriage down to the
river."

"Say, that's just the cheese!" chuckled the other. "We'll do it. I
think old Filbury deserves something for reporting us as he did."

On and on went the carriage, but at the turn in the roadway it was
suddenly hauled over the grass and between some bushes.