"And no sneak went and told the sophs where you put it, did they?" asked Tom.
"What's that?" asked Langridge quickly, and he turned a bit pale.
"I say no sneak gave you away?"
"I don't know what you mean," and Langridge turned aside.
"Oh, yes, you do," said Sid quickly. "You know all right and we know, and what's more, you'll get what's coming to you all right. That's all from yours truly, but look out—that's all—look out, Fred Langridge!"
"I don't know what you're talking about," was the cool retort, and then the students passed into the class room.
It was two days later that the miniature clappers, which had been made from the tongue of the big bell, were received, and a proud lot of freshmen they were, including Tom Parsons, who attached them to their watch chains.
"Now, if we win the pole rush, we'll be all to the merry," exclaimed Phil Clinton as he walked along the campus toward the gymnasium. "I'm just aching for a chance to pummel some of those sophs. They certainly made a rough house of my room the other night."
"Oh, we'll get the chance all right," remarked Sid. "The rush is a week from to-night. But say,
