"The man is coming, too!" Everybody beneath the limb fell back out of the way, pushing against those behind, many being hurled down and trodden on.

Then Donald Pike, sprawled out like one of the cats, came sailing down out of the tree.
His teeth were fairly chattering.

He believed that Badger was right at his heels, with hands reached out to seize him.

Fortunately, he was not injured by the desperate leap.
"Fruit!" was yelled by a dozen voices, and the throng pressed together again to lay hold on him.
But Don Pike's terror gave him the strength of a giant.

He hurled aside those who sought to detain him, and leaped through the crowd and away.
The next instant the Kansan dropped out of the tree, swinging for a moment by one of the drooping branches, to break the force of the fall, and alighting on the ground with ease and lightness.
"Fruit!" The Westerner could not escape, for the students had closed in again, and he was literally ringed in.
"Fruit! fruit!" was yelled on all sides.
Twenty men threw themselves on the Kansan.