It was ten minutes before three.
"Half of the freshmen are a pretty mucky looking lot, aren't they ?" asked Ripley, as he and Purcell, of the hares, strolled by.
"I hadn't noticed it," replied Purcell pleasantly.

"I thought them a clean and able looking lot of young fellows." "Humph! A pretty cheap lot! I call 'em," rejoined Ripley.
Dick Prescott heard and flushed slightly.

He understood the allusion, coming from the source that it did.

But Dick was bent on making a good run this afternoon, and kept his temper.
"Hares on the line!" shouted Frank Thompson, finally.

He was to fire the shots that started the two teams, then was to run with the hounds to act as one of the judges of possible captures.
Purcell, who was captain of the hares, led his men forward to the line laid across the grass.