nt of collision;
there was sharp tackling and the line broke, closed again, and swept on,
beyond Franklin Street and for half a block further; then effected a
quick about-face in readiness for another charge but found the field
clear. Some one on the packed sidewalk proposed a cheer for the college,
and it was given with a will, and the collegians resumed their cheering.
A few missiles flung by the vanquished town men rained upon them, but
the war was over. Fred's lines were flung across the intersecting
streets like pickets, and, impressed by their quiet order, the
belligerent town men began to mingle peacefully with the lingering
crowd on the pavements.

Mr. Amzi Montgomery appeared on the steps of his bank, and glanced up
and down the street, and at the courthouse clock, like a pigeon emerging
from its cote after a shower. Phil, having been warned to remain inside,
naturally joined him an instant later. Amzi was saluted with a cheer in
recognition of his dignity as treasurer of Madison's board of
trustees,--a greeting he acknowledged by puffing his cheeks and
guardedly lifting his hat. And all these things pleased Main Street. An
attack on the First National had been averted; the students had made
amends for many affronts to municipal dignity; and it was in the air
that other and equally interesting incidents would add further to the
day's entertainment.

The jubilant yell leader, seeing Phil beside Amzi, decided that she,
too, was deserving of attention.

"For the girl on the bank steps--all together!"

While this rah-rahing was in progress, Amzi left the steps and started
across the street. Now, while Amzi Montgomery had been seen of all men
in all years and at all seasons, standing on the steps of his bank in
the old straw hat, with his seersucker coat buttoned tightly round his
sturdy figure, he had never before been known to descend into Main
Street in that garb. The crowd immediately began closing in upon him and
Fred detached a squad of his brawniest men to act as the banker's
bodyguard.

Amzi moved with great serenity towards the First National Bank, and
appeared to be examining the sunburst the hostile stone had stamped upon
the plate-glass window. Amzi never hurried, and he appeared to be in no
haste now. Main Street was pleased that he deliberated. The longer the
entertainment lasted the better. The door of the First National had been
closed with little difficulty during the diversion afforded by the