"Listen, fellows, what do you suppose this freshman has done ?" "Lynch him for it, anyway, whatever it is," retorted another.
"Wait!" commanded Thompson.

"And listen." There upon Frank detailed what he and his two comrades had overheard at the head of the alleyway.

Instantly the complexion of things changed.

There were cheers and hoarse yells, as the football men rushed forward, crowding about Dick Prescott.
"Now I've told all that I heard," wound up Thompson.

"We'll have to ask Mr.Prescott to favor us with the further details, which I trust he will be inclined to do." "Mr.Prescott!" That, instead of "cub," "kid" or "freshie." Had the enthusiasm been less intense Dick would have been sure that they were having fun with him.
"Go on," ordered Ben Badger briefly.