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 Holland, who stood in the rear. "Rush 'em! Get out of here, you Greasers! Fellows, run in and upset that car! Stampede the horses! Get 'em on the run!"

"Ride through 'em again," said Cherokee Charlie.

"Wow! Wow! Whoop—hee!" yelled the cowboys, warming up to their work. They had divided into two columns, and were dashing up and down the street waving their hats and revolvers. They separated the fellows where they could into groups, cutting them out like cattle on the ranges. Meanwhile there were individual fights going on.

"Say, this is a fizzle," the students began to murmur disgustedly. "Where's Jack Stehman, anyway?" asked a panting, excited underclassman.

"Oh, Jack Stehman!" voices began crying. "Come out here; we need you!"

Holland heard this. "Here, fellows," he shouted; "don't let those Greasers do that! Get in there, you big fellows! Don't stay back here! Here, take rocks to 'em!"