Frank had on a loose thin shirt, and a light-weight suit of clothes. He caught up a cap, and announced that he was ready to go with Paul.
They went out, and soon were crossing the campus. Having arrived at a point quite outside the college grounds, Paul paused and said:
"We will start from here and make a run out into the country. I will set the pace going out, but when we turn to come back, it will be a case of the best man gets home first. The termination of the run will be your room."
"That is satisfactory," nodded Frank.
Far away a band of jolly students were singing "Stars of the Summer Night," their melodious voices making sweet music beneath the great elms. The soft breath of June came across the campus, seeming to gently bear the words of the beautiful song to their ears.
"Are you ready?" asked Pierson, sharply.
"All ready."
"Then here we go."
They were off, shoulder to shoulder.