Half a dozen of the fellows sprang ahead of Badger and Thompson, throwing open one of the doors of the general assembly room.
Again the High School yell broke loose, sounding, in that confined space, as though it must jar the rafters loose.
Dr.Thornton had risen from his chair behind the desk.

It was before coming-in-hour, and there was no rule that commanded quietude before the bell rang.

Yet such a din had never before been heard in the room.
But just then Dr.Thornton caught sight of red-faced, happy-looking Dick Prescott on the shoulders of Badger and Thompson.

Then the principal laughed in sheer good humor.
Wheeling, Badger and Thompson carried Dick straight up to the platform, where they deposited their human burden at the edge.
"Welcome to our city!" yelled Badger, sonorously.
"Mr.Prescott," greeted Dr.Thornton, holding out his hand, "I am heartily glad to see you back here." "No more pleased, sir, than I am to be here," returned the young freshman.

"And I must thank you, doctor, for the promptness with which you sent the note around to me informing me that the suspension had automatically ended." While the cheering was going on out in the yard, and while Dick was being carried in triumph into the building, Fred Ripley and Clara Deane had just turned in out of a side street and come within view of the demonstration.
"They're shouting out something about Prescott," murmured Clara.
"Oh, I suppose the mucker has been allowed to sneak back into school," returned Ripley, in disgust.
"It's a shame to allow that class of young fellows in a high school," declared Miss Deane.