"We'll upset his apple cart--that's the least we'll do, for one thing." "I should say yes!" chimed in Chet. "Surely!" They had now reached the spot where, from all appearances, was located the center of disturbance. A crowd of the freshmen, whose labors in gathering wood for the fire had now ceased, were gathered around a large touring car that, in defiance of all rules and customs, had been run to the very center of the school campus. "Come down out of that!" "Get away from here!" "You fellows have nerve!" "Puncture their tires!" These are only a few of the cries and threats hurled at those in the auto--four young fellows who seemed anxious to make trouble not only for themselves, but for the school boys, whose celebration they had interrupted. The campus was a sort of sacred place. It stood in the midst of the school buildings and dormitories, and, though visitors were always welcome, there was a rule against vehicles crossing it, for the turf was the pride not only of the students, but the faculty as well. So it is no wonder that the sight of a heavy auto rolling over the lawn aroused the ire of all. "Get out of the way there, you fellows, if you don't want to be run over!" snapped the youth at the steering wheel of the auto. "I'll smash through you in another minute!" "Oh, you will, eh?" "Isn't he the sassy little boy!" "Yank him out of there!" The freshmen surrounding the auto thus reviled those in the car. The auto had come to a stop, but the engine was still running, free from the gears. Now and then, as he saw an opening, the lad at the wheel would slip in his clutch and the car would advance a few feet. Then more of the school boys would swarm about it, and progress would be impeded. "Smash through 'em, old man!" advised one on the rear seat. "We don't want to stay here all night!" "That's right; run 'em down," advised his companion. "We're--we're--what are we, anyhow?" he asked, and it did not need a look at him to tell the cause of his condition. In fact, all in the auto were in a rather hilarious state, and the running of the car over the campus had been the result of a suggestion made after a too-long lingering in a certain road-house, where stronger stuff than ginger ale was dispensed. "We're all right--noshin matter us," declaimed one. "Run 'em down, ole man!" "Look out! I'm going through you!" cried the lad at the wheel. The freshmen in front of the car parted instinctively, but before the young chauffeur could put his threat into execution, Andy and his chums had reached the machine. "Get out of here!" cried Andy, and, reaching up, he fairly pulled the steersman from his seat. The chap came down in a rush, nearly upsetting Andy, who, however, managed to yank the lad to his feet. "Pull 'em all out!" came the cry from Tom, and a moment later he, with the aid of Ben, Chet and Frank, had pulled from the car the other young men, who seemed too dazed to resist.