They were about to cross the campus, and make for their dormitory, when there was a movement behind a clump of shrubbery, and a figure was seen to emerge.
“There’s some one!” whispered Bert.
“Caught!” murmured Tom.
“I wonder who it is?” came from George.
“It’s Bruce Bennington, the Senior,” came from Tom. “We are safe.”
“You won’t be if you continue on this way,” came grimly from Bruce. “One of the proctor’s scouts is out to-night, just laying for innocent Freshies. You’d better cut around the side, and go in the back basement door. It’s generally open, or if it isn’t I’ve got a key that will do the trick.”
“You know the ropes,” laughed Tom.
“I ought to. I was a Freshman once. Come on, I’ll show you the way, but don’t work the trick too often.”
Bruce walked up to Tom, and remarked:
“Oh, it’s you, is it, Fairfield. Glad to see you again. I didn’t recognize you in the darkness. I just got in to-day.”