"All right, we're with you," assented Ward.
A little later four figures were seen strolling across the campus in the direction of a trolley line that ran to the town of Riverview. The boys were gone for some time, and there were many whisperings among them, as they came back, almost late to supper, for which Mrs. Stone, the matron, cautioned them.
A little later darkness covered Riverview Hall. That is the proper way to begin to tell this part of the story. Deep, dark, black darkness. In fact, as Andy remarked, you could easily tell that it was night.
From their rooms stole four figures.
"Are you all right, fellows?" whispered a voice.
"Of course, Andy," answered Frank. "Don't ask so many questions. Someone will hear you."
"Well, I don't want any slip-up," declared the younger Racer lad. "Is everything all right?"
"These whiskers tickle my face," complained Ward.
"A pity about you," snapped Andy. "Cheese it! Here comes someone!"
The four lads, who had reached the basement of the dormitory, crouched behind some packing cases, and waited in tense silence for what was to come next.