“Oh. Why, we’ll stand on our heads!” exclaimed Tom with a laugh.
“All of us?” demanded the inquisitive lad.
“No, only you,” retorted Jack. “For cats’ sake, cut out some of those questions; will you? We’ll call you Interrogation Mark if you don’t look out, only it’s too much of a mouthful to speak in a hurry. Cut along now, before we’re caught.”
It was dark enough to elude a possible spying monitor, or one of the proctor’s emissaries, and soon the four lads were on their way to town. They went to a moving picture show, enjoying it greatly.
“Now if we can get in without being seen, we’ll be all right,” remarked Tom, when they had neared the college on the return trip.
“Pshaw, I shouldn’t much mind getting caught,” declared Jack. “It would be fun.”
“Doing double boning, or being kept in bounds for a week wouldn’t though,” declared Tom with conviction. “I vote we don’t get caught, if we can help it.”
“Maybe we can’t,” suggested Bert.
“Why not?” George wanted to know.
“Oh, ask us something easier,” laughed Tom. “Come on now, and don’t make too much noise.”