“All right, pop,” responded one; and for a time the noise decreased.  But it was not long before it broke forth afresh and became even more violent than before.  Both Will and Foster were curiously watching the group; they almost instinctively looked upon them as natural enemies and yet were compelled to laugh at their antics.

“Here you, taxi-driver,” suddenly called out one of the sophomores advancing from the midst of his classmates and approaching one of the cabs, a line of which were drawn up near the platform.

“Yes, sir.  Yes, sir.  Here you are!  Here you are!  This way!” responded a half-dozen of the taxi-drivers.

“Be still!” replied the young man solemnly to the noisy men.  “Can’t you see I’m engaged with John?  Now, John, tell me honestly, are you free?”

“Yes, sir.  Yes, sir.  Take you anywhere ye say,” responded the driver glibly.

“You’re sure you’re at liberty?”

“Yes, sir.  Yes, sir.”

“All right, then.  I’m glad to hear it.  I’ve a great respect for liberty.  That’s all I wanted to know; thank you,” he added, politely bowing; then turning to his classmates he said:  “I say, fellows, make it three for liberty!”

The cheers were given with a will, and then the leader added solemnly, “Let’s make it three for our class, the best class that ever entered old Winthrop!  Now then!”

These cheers also were loudly given, but they ceased abruptly when it was seen that the train, for whose coming they had been waiting, was now approaching.

CHAPTER II

PETER JOHN’S ARRIVAL

Before the rumbling train halted at the station, there was a rush of students toward it, all eager to welcome the incoming crowd, and every one apparently being desirous of being the first to greet his friends.  Upon the platforms of the cars also crowds of students were to be seen, waving their hats in the air or standing with their traveling bags in their hands, all as eager as the boys at the station to be foremost in the reunion scene.

Will Phelps and his room-mate stood a little back from the assembly and watched the proceedings with an interest which neither could conceal.  It was all so stimulating, this animation and bustle and manifest eagerness in renewing the college life, and to feel that they too were to have a share in the possessions of these young men, scarcely one of whom was known to them personally, was in itself sufficient to quicken their pulses and arouse all the dormant forces of their nature.  The train was a long one and yet from every car came pouring forth the stream of students and the excitement continued for several minutes.

Suddenly a shout went up from the crowd and there was a rush of students toward the rear car.  “There’s Baker!  Good old Sam!  Hurrah for the captain!” were among the cries that could be heard as the students surged toward the platform, from which a sturdy young man could be seen descending, apparently unmindful of the interest his coming had aroused and striving to be indifferent to the cheers that greeted his arrival.