"Gentlemen, I have the honour of bidding you farewell," he said, loftily. "The voice of freedom has been stifled. This great party is in the hands of commercial interests and private privilege. This is nothing but a Dickinson House sinecure. I retire, I withdraw, I shake the dust from my feet. I depart, but I shall not sleep, I shall not rest, I shall neither forget nor forgive. Remember, gentlemen of the Anti-Federalist party, this hour, and when in the stillness of the night you hear the swish of the poisoned arrow, the swirl of the tomahawk, the thud of the secret stone, pause and say to yourself, 'Crazy Opdyke done it!'" "It is unfortunate," said Cheyenne, when Crazy had departed, "most unfortunate, but that's politics." "Crazy has no influence," said Wash, contemptuously. "He has our secrets," said Cheyenne gloomily. "Let's get to work," said Macnooder. "You can bet Tough McCarthy's on the job; his father's an alderman." At six o'clock the campaign was off with a rush. At seven the head master, all unsuspecting, stepped out from Foundation House, cast one fond glance at the familiar school, reposing peacefully in the twilight, and departed to carry the message of increased liberty in primary education to a waiting conference at Boston. Shortly after, a delegation of the school faculty, who had just learned of the prospective campaign, hurried over in amazed, indignant and incredulous protest. They missed the head master by ten minutes--but ten minutes make history. "Jiminy crickets!" "Suffering Moses!" "Call Hickey!" "Tell Hickey!" "Hickey, stick your head out of the window!" Hickey, slumbering peacefully, in that choicest period between the rising bell and breakfast, leaped to the middle of the floor at the uproar that suddenly resounded through the Dickinson. He thrust his head out of the window and beheld from the upper stories of the Griswold an immense white sheet sagging in the breeze, displaying in crude red-flannel letters the following device: NO APRON-STRINGS FOR US THE FEDERAL PARTY WILL FIGHT TO THE END FACULTY USURPATION Hardly had his blinking eyes become accustomed to the sight when a fresh uproar broke out on the other side of the Dickinson. "Hully Gee!" "Look at the Kennedy!" "Great cats and little kittens!" "Snakes alive!" "Look at the Kennedy, will you!" "Hickey, oh you, Hickey!" At the sound of Macnooder's voice in distress, Hickey realised the situation was serious and rushed across the hall. He found Macnooder with stern and belligerent gaze fixed out of the window. From the Kennedy House another banner insolently displayed this amazing proclamation: DOWN WITH THE GOO-GOOS LAWRENCEVILLE SHALL NOT BE A KINDERGARTEN. RALLY TO THE FEDERALISTS AND DOWN THE DICKINSON GOO-GOOS