9/11 Greg, you hustle to the police station as fast as you can make your feet fly. No use trying to find a place open where you can telephone. Come, the rest of you fellows." There was a side entrance to the hall from the side street. "The music mustn't stop for an instant after we get the fellows out." Something in the looks of the five freshmen, as they burst into the hall attracted the attention of nearly everyone present. |