.
He had been taken so by surprise that he at first had seemed incapable
of action.

At this moment the big bonfire flared up brightly, and by its glare Andy
had a look at the face of the lad with whom he had clashed. The sight
caused him suddenly to drop his hold and exclaim:

"Mortimer Gaffington!"

"Huh! So it's you, is it, Andy Blair? What do you mean by acting this
way?" demanded Mortimer, the shock of whose rough handling had seemed to
sober temporarily. "What do you mean? I demand an apology! That's what I
do. Ain't I 'titled to 'pology, fellers?" and he appealed to his chums.

"Sure you are. Make the little beggar 'pologize!" leered one. "If he
was at Yale, now, we'd haze him good and proper."

"Yale!" cried Tom Hatfield. "Yale fires out such fellows as you!"

"Mortimer Gaffington!" gasped Andy. "I rather wish this hadn't happened.
Or, rather I wish it had been anyone but he. I can see where this may
lead."

"You goin' 'pologize?" asked Mortimer, trying to fix a stern gaze on
Andy.

"Apologize! Certainly not!" cried Andy, indignantly. "It is you fellows
who ought to apologize. What would you do if some one ran an auto over
Yale Campus?"

"Ho! Ho! That's good. That's rich, that is!" laughed one who had been
yanked out of his seat by Tom Hatfield. "That's a good joke, that is! An
auto on Yale campus! Why we bulldogs would eat it up, that's what we'd
do!"

"Well, that's what we'll do here!" cried Chet, angered by the
supercilious tone of the lad. "Come on, boys; run 'em off Spanish
fashion!"

It needed but this suggestion to further rouse the feelings of the
Milton lads, and in an instant several of them had grabbed each of the
trespassers. Andy stepped back from Mortimer. Because of the already
strained relations between himself and this society "swell," he did not
wish to take a part in the proceedings.

"Come on! Run 'em off!" was the rallying cry.

The auto had already been steered out on a road that circled the campus,
and was soon in the street. Then, heading their victims toward the old
gateway that formed the chief entrance to the school the Milton lads
began running out the intruders.

"You wait! I--I'll fix you for this,--Andy Blair!" threatened Mortimer
as he was rapidly propelled over the campus.

"Forget it!" advised Chet. "Rush 'em, fellows!"

And rushed off Mortimer and his companions were. They were fairly tossed
into their auto, and then, with jeers and shouted advice not to r