No one offered to stop them.

These "exclusive" young men could not get away from the fact that exclusion was freely accorded them.
Fred Ripley, as had been his wont in other years when he was a freshman, walked homeward with Clara Deane.
"Fred, you haven't got yourself mixed up at all with that 'sorehead' crowd, have you ?" Miss Deane asked.
"Not much!" replied Fred, with emphasis.

"I want to play football this year." "Will all the 'soreheads' be kept out of the eleven, even if they come to their senses ?" Clara inquired.
"Now, really, you'll have to ask me an easier one than that," replied Fred Ripley laughingly.
"I had an idea that all of the fellows whose families are rather comfortably well off might be in the movement---or the strike or whatever you call it," Clara replied.
"Oh, no; there's a lot of us who haven't gone in with the kickers---and glad we are of it," Fred replied.
"Still, don't you believe in any importance attaching to the fact that one comes of one of the rather good old families ?" asked Clara Deane thoughtfully.
"Why, of course, it's something to be quietly proud of," Fred slowly assented.

Then added, with a quick laugh: "But the events of the last two days show that one should keep his pride buttoned in behind his vest." As for the "soreheads" themselves, there weren't any more meetings.
As soon as they actually began to realize how much amused contempt many of the Gridley, people felt for them, these young men began to feel rather disgusted with themselves.
Across the street, and not far from the gymnasium building, was an apartment house in which two apartments were vacant.

Being well acquainted with the agent, Bayliss borrowed the key to one of the apartments.