the sophomores
into a fraternizing, loving brotherhood, where discord was unknown, even
though the class contained such opposite elements as Buck Badger, Jim
Hooker, Donald Pike, Pink Pooler, the Chickering set, Porter, Cowles,
Mullen, Benson, Billings, Webb, and others. Though these might join in
class dances and marches, and howl themselves hoarse in honor of the
sophomores and of Yale, some of them could no more unite in any true
sense than oil and water.

The campus was brilliantly illuminated. Powerful calcium and electric
lights bored holes through the darkness, turning night into day. All the
windows of all the dormitories which face the campus were crowded with
students and with women.

Three of these windows held Frank Merriwell's friends. Frank was there,
with Inza, Elsie, and Winnie, together with Mrs. Hodge and Inza's
invalid father, Bernard Burrage.

"As in life, the good and the evil mingle," sighed Dismal Jones, as his
eyes fell on Jim Hooker and other honorable sophomores who were marching
in close proximity to the Chickering set. "The wheat grows up with the
tares, and the result is an everlasting bobbery."

"There will be tears in your wardrobe if you don't quit walking on me!"
squeaked Bink Stubbs.

"Climb up on a chair," advised Danny, who had already taken his own
advice, and was thus able to look down into the campus without
stretching his neck until he was in danger of converting himself into a
dromedary. "It's just great!"

"Can't be anything great for me that holds that Chickering crowd!"
Browning grumbled.

"Isn't the campus beautiful!" was Inza's enthusiastic exclamation.

It was, indeed, beautiful, for the fresh, tender green of the elms was
brought out with marvelous distinctness by the brilliant lights.

"They're kuk-kuk-kicking up an awful dud-dud-dud-dust!" stuttered Gamp,
pushing forward for a better view.

"Dust assume to crowd in front of me, base varlet?" questioned Bruce.
"I'll forgive you if you'll just take off your tall head and hold it
under your arm!"

"I s'pose naow you think that's a joke!" said Gamp.

"It's more than a dust, fellows," said Merriwell. "There is a fight on!"

Certain of the sophomores had bunched together under one of the elms,
and seemed to be struggling, as if in a contest.

"It looks as though they might be playing football," suggested Elsie.

Winnie Lee leaned anxiously out of the window, for in the center of that
knot she had seen Buck B