"Sure; coloring is easy for me. I know all about it. Here, pull up a chair, Mr. Brown, and I'll make the sketch right now." After a great deal of thought and much hard work, Benny evolved an idea which met with the chief "outlaw's" approval. On one side the design represented an armor-clad knight with his heel on the neck of a prostrate boy who was apparently yelling with all his might. "The chap on the ground represents the school," explained Benny. "Great idea!" exclaimed Brown. "What's the knight?" "A figure representing tyranny and oppression," answered Benny, glibly. "I haven't studied history for nothing, have I, Brown?" "I'm agreeably surprised," murmured "Crackers." "I really didn't expect it of you, Benny. The Ramblers are shown in their true light at last. What's that mass of lines on the right--a house on fire?" "Goodness gracious, no! That's going to be the Goddess of Reason, enthroned, bowing to the will of the school. I'll stick your phiz on the front row, Brown, and the lady'll be giving you the glad hand." "Stunning idea!" said Brown. "I guess if the government ever catches sight of this poster they'll have you design all their new postage stamps. When will it be done?" "I'll bring it around to the school to-morrow morning." "Good! And I'll put on the lettering." Benny aided the gas company considerably that night, never stopping work until a piece of heavy wrapping-paper two by three feet had been liberally flooded with color. To be sure, it looked a little odd in the morning; for the surfaces which seemed so delicately yellow at night proved to be of a startling brilliancy. But the poster, mounted on a board, attached to a stout stick, and planted in a prominent position on the campus, made the sensation for which Brown had hoped. Pushing, jostling crowds quickly gathered before it. Every one seemed to be asking questions or answering them. All through the school an inquiry found its way: "Say, have you seen that poster?" Those who hadn't quickly joined the army of those who had. Only the calm counsel of Bob Somers and Dave Brandon prevented some of their hot-headed supporters from hurling the offending object to the ground and trampling it to pieces. "The drawing is very good indeed," said Dave. "Benny's an artist. He ought to be encouraged." "How can you talk about the mean little duffer that way, Dave?" exclaimed Tom, wrathfully. "Don't take it too seriously, Tom. We haven't lost our jobs yet." "All the same, I'm afraid I'll have to get out if the rumpus keeps up much longer," reflected Charlie Blake. Brown's announcement called for a meeting that afternoon under an enormous elm on the campus. His object was to explain to the students the "Hopes'" contention that they had the better team and by gaining recruits compel the regulars to yield to their demands.