enter's feet from under him. The young man was hurled headlong to the pavement.
He fell on his side and shoulder. The blow of his fall was heard above the storm of shouts and cheers that followed him. In an instant Van Loan had seized the cane, and flourished it for a second in heroic attitude above the prostrate body of his victim. Then finding Lee almost within touch, he turned and ran with it into an open doorway of South College.
But Lee did not follow him; he stopped where Parmenter lay in the moonlight, white-faced, limp, and unconscious, with flowing blood staining the pavement under his head.
"He's hurt!" cried Lee, frightened at his friend's appearance, and bending over him in deep anxiety. "He's hurt! Maybe the brute has killed him! Here, give us a lift; let's carry him in! Rob, run for Doctor Park--run!"
The crowd, suddenly quieted, pressed forward toward the point where Parmenter lay. Half a dozen of his classmen had already lifted him in their arms, and a moment later