Somewhat to the surprise of the hosts Bart and Bill agreed to come to the feast.
“We don’t care what Frank says,” declared Bart. “I want to have some fun, and we’ll get it in your rooms. It won’t make a bit of difference about the game. But don’t let Frank know we’re coming, or he might be pig-headed enough to keep us out.”
“We won’t say a word,” promised Bob.
“But how are you going to get in without his knowing it, seeing that you’re bunking with him?” asked Jerry.
“Oh, we can slip out on some excuse or other,” Bill said. “I’m not going to let him slave-drive me much longer.”
“You can’t get into our rooms without his seeing you,” went on Jerry. “He’s likely to come out in the hall any minute.”
“Hush! Whisper!” exclaimed Bart, with a wink. “The fire escape! There’s one outside Ned’s window; isn’t there?”
“Sure!” Ned cried. “I never thought of that.”
“We’ll crawl up the fire escape from the outside,” went on Bart, “and you be ready to let us in your window.”
“But it may be risky going back that way,” cautioned Bob. “The moon won’t be up when you come in, but it will be shining directly on the ladder when the party breaks up.”