There might be trouble for him in the future, but Winnie's words had for the present driven the blackest of the shadows out of his heart.

The desire uppermost in his mind just then was to meet and whip Donald Pike.

He had sworn to himself that he would do that the first thing, and he meant to keep the oath.
Nevertheless, reaching the elms of the campus at this exciting moment, he was willing to cease temporarily his search for Pike and view the fruit-gathering.

It would be rare sport, provided, of course, that his own shirt was not forced to yield "fruit." To prevent this, and that he might see better, he grasped a low-hanging limb and swung up into one of the elms.
"Fruit!" was being shouted everywhere, and the indications were that scores of trophies would adorn the old elm the next morning, if some stop was not put to the thing by the college authorities, which was not likely.

"Society week" is expected to be noisy, and things are winked at which on ordinary occasions would bring reprimands.
Another person had invaded the branches of the elm but a minute before the ascent of the Westerner.