He had heard that cry before.

But he only hastened what he sought to evade.

A foot outstretched for the purpose tripped him, and brought him sprawling to the ground.

Before he could rise, one of the laughing students was upon him.
"See here!" he exclaimed, "I'll have you know that I will not submit to any such outrage! I know you, and I shall report you to the faculty!" He tried to fight off the youth who held him, but a dozen other men rushed to this youth's assistance.

Then a wild-eyed fellow produced a shining pocket-knife and slowly and exasperatingly opened its sharpest blade.
"Help!" Rupert squawked.
The knife was flourished in the air, and the tag on the lower end of Rupert's shirt-bosom was deftly amputated.
"Fruit!" was again shouted, and a dash was made for Gene Skelding, who, as usual, wore a rainbow shirt that outshone Joseph's "coat of many colors." "Help!" Skelding howled.
But a score of hands outstretched to grasp him, and he, too, went down, screeching lustily.