this unknown person stepped noiselessly out from his hiding
place and followed them. The darkness of the night pro
tected the stranger and in another moment he was among
the crowd of fellows actively engaged in hitching up the
horse. It took some time to get the harness in shape and
here the stranger was of great assistance, though it was not
noticed at the time. Finally the man with the reins cried ;
“All ready 1 Pile in fellows !’’ and all crowded into the
cart, the stranger with them. “Now for the cider press—
Hurrah !!” shouted some of the fellows.
“Shut up ! Shut up !” cried the driver “We must keep
mum till we get off the campus or the ‘Prex’ 'll be after us
in no time !” “And rnay be old ‘Hinkey’ himself,” suggested
another fellow.
This settled the few imprudent ones and until the cart
had reached the outskirts of town on the road toward Stru
bles station the fellows talked scarce above a whisper.
Lucky for the stranger among them he was but once or twice
addressed. Once a fellow next to him said :
“Gad !If ‘Hinky’ ever .--.finds us out our pull with him
wont amount to a row of pins. ”
The cart was making considerable noise just then and
the stranger simply mumbled for and answer.
Once outside of town the fellows made no effort to be
quiet longer, but gave way to shouts and yells of all sorts.
“Cider ! Cider !!” they yelled and the strangers voice
was as loud as any.
The driver, doubled the reins and hit the horse a terrific
cut sending him off at a gallop. Away they went, laughing
and shouting with a vim that would rival that of the cream
ery visitors and church bell ringers of the present time.
“Three cheers for ‘Hinky’ 1” cried a fellow in the back
of the cart and the cheers were given with a will.
“Now for his horse 1” and three more cheers rang out.
“ ‘Hinky V a good fellow all right!” said one.
“You just think so because you’ve got a pull with him, ”