"We want to bunch up, and all the little fellows and lightweights get in the center.

The heavy fellows can take the outside and fight the others off.

Understand ?" "Yes!" "That's a good idea!" "Forward to the fray!" yelled Stanley, "and woe be to him who tries to get my tie! His blood be on his own head!" he added tragically.
"Forward!" cried Sam, "and let our watchword be, 'Die, but no tie!'" "Now don't get excited," said Dick.

"Take it coolly, and I'm certain that when the time is up we'll have the most of our ties still on." It was the custom to go out on the campus at a given time, and when the chapel bell sounded out the hour Dick led the freshmen forward.
They came out of a side door in a body and formed around the flagstaff almost before the sophomores and juniors knew they had appeared.
The seniors took no part, but three had been "told off" to act as referees, and they stood around as if inspecting the buildings and the scenery.

The instructors, who also knew what was coming, wisely kept out of sight.
"Come on, and at 'em!" called out Dudd Flockley, and this cry was quickly taken up by all the others who were to take part in the contest.
"Hello! They know a thing or two," said Frank Holden, who was the sophomore leader in the attack.