From below came the sound of clapping.

Hand under hand he went.

The oblong of faint light above receded fast.

His stockinged feet gripped the vine tightly.

In the group of sophomores the clapping grew into cheers.
[Illustration] "Good work, Freshie!" "You're all right!" Then, with the ground almost at his feet, Neil let go and dropped lightly into a bed of shrubbery.