It was against the rule of Brill for a freshman to carry a cane.
"Stormy, did you say ?" repeated the dude in dismay.

"Why, I--ah--thought it very fine, don't you know.

Perhaps I had better take an--ah--umbrella instead of this cane.
"It would be much safer," returned Dick significantly.
"But I--ah--don't see any clouds," went on William Philander, gazing up into the sky.
"They are coming," cried Tom.
"Stand from under!" called out Sam.
And then the "clouds" did come, although not the kind the dude anticipated.

Six sophomores came up behind Tubbs, and while two caught him by the arms a third wrenched the gold-headed cane from his grasp.
"Hi! hi! Stop that, I say!" cried William Philander in alarm.

"Let me alone! Give me back my cane!" "You don't get this cane back, freshie," answered one of the second-year students.
"You must give it to me! Why, Miss Margaret DeVoe Marlow gave me that cane last summer, when we were at Newport.