There was a confused movement among the singers. Something seemed to have happened—something serious. The freshmen stopped their cheering and crowded up. A big sophomore broke through the throng and dashed toward the college.
"What's the matter?" called Tom, and he had an uneasy feeling as he asked the question.
"Matter? It's you confounded freshmen, that's what's the matter! Gladdus and Battersby have been knocked unconscious."
"Unconscious?"
"Yes, by a powerful current of electricity. Get out of my way, fresh, or I'll knock you down! I'm going for a doctor. Some of you had better notify the proctor," he added to a few of his classmates who followed him on the run. "This is serious business."
"Come on, fellows," advised Langridge. "It's all right. We broke up the pavilion meeting all right."
"But maybe some one is seriously hurt," said Sid.
"Nonsense, it was only a current from the incandescent light lamps. It couldn't hurt them. Come on, take a sneak away from here. We've had our fun. And mind, everybody keep his mouth shut," and Langridge disappeared in the shadows of the trees, while ahead of him panted several sophomores on their way to summon a physician.
