suddenly presented a solid fighting rank that had accomplished great things on the gridiron.

In this formation they advanced toward their tormentors.
There might have been an ugly clash, but one of the eight shouted: "Come on, fellows! Don't tease the babies.

They haven't had their warm milk yet." Away darted the rainbow eight, Darrin's victim being on his feet by this time and foremost in the retreat.
"Rah, rah, rah!" came back on the air as the high school boys broke a formation for which they had no further need at present.
"Those fellows are plainly guests at the hotel, and we're going to have trouble with them yet," Prescott predicted wisely..