"Oi'd not loike to be in his place this noight!" He was completely fooled, thinking all the time that Frank was one of the party he had brought there to capture the freshman.
As they rushed out Frank had seen a fellow standing near the open door of the hack, and that fellow had promptly taken to flight at sight of the Indians, two of whom pursued him hotly.
Frank hoped they would be able to overtake the fugitive, for if one of the party escaped he would report to the sophs, who were bound to make a big hustle to rescue their captured comrades.
The disguised freshmen came downstairs, bearing their captives, who were swiftly thrust into the hack, which was a big, roomy, old-fashioned affair.
As many of the freshmen as could do so piled inside and upon the hack, and then Frank gave the signal, the driver whipped up his horse and away they went.
"East Rock," said Frank.
"Eh ?" exclaimed the driver.

"Thot's not pwhere ye wur goin' in th' firrust place." "We have changed the programme.

East Rock is where we are bound for now." "All roight, me b'y." The triumphant freshmen felt like shouting and singing in jubilant mood.
Indeed, Rattleton could not refrain from "letting off steam," as he called it, and he gave one wild howl of triumph that made the streets echo: "'Umpty-eight! 'Umpty-eight!" "Break it off!" sharply commanded Frank.

"Want to let the sophs know we're up to something ?" "I don't care." "They might raise a rescue party and follow us." "But they wouldn't frop any chost--I mean chop any frost with us." "Pwhat's thot ?" came suspiciously from the driver.

"An' is it not softmores ye are yersilves ?" "Of course we are," returned Harry, instantly.
"Thin pwhat fer do ye yell fer 'Umpty-eight ?" "Oh, it's a way we have.