But this avalanche of torsos, arms and legs was more than the fellow had bargained for.
If it be true that a community can't be indicted, then it is still truer that a community can't be murdered.

The armed rascal gasped at the magnitude of his task of defense.
In another second he had been bowled clean over off his feet, and a half a dozen seniors were reaching for his weapon.
As Dick Prescott and his chums got out of the wedge they made a dash for the automobile.
At that same instant the air bore to them the battle-yell of juniors and sophs at the front of the bank.
The rear door of the building was yanked hastily open.

Two masked men shot the rays of their bulls-eye lanterns out into the lane, while their right hands held revolvers.
Bang-bang! Bang-bang! The rear door slammed, the robbers retreating behind that barrier.
In the first moment the High School boys themselves were a good deal startled, though they didn't make any effort to run.
Then the news pulsed swiftly through the senior crowd.

The noise hadn't come from pistols.

Dick & Co.