"Sure," asserted Frank. "They'll meet us outside."
The four proceeded cautiously until they had emerged from the lower part of the dormitory. They found some of their friends waiting for them, they, too, having eluded the vigilance of monitors and suspicious professors.
"Let's see," remarked Andy, in a low voice. "There are eight of us here."
"Six are coming from the West dormitory," volunteered John North.
"And ten from Bradley Hall," added Duke Yardly, referring to a new dormitory where some of the older students had rooms.
"Then we'll have enough for a start," commented Andy. As he spoke he advanced into a stray beam of light from a school window.
"For cats' sake, what have you on your face?" gasped Duke.
"That's our disguise," explained the younger Racer lad. "We're going to treat the Freshies to a new kind of hazing—a surprise, and we want you fellows to join in. Now I'll explain," and he did, at some length.
"Say! That's great!" exclaimed Donald Burgess. "How'd you think of that, Andy?"
"Oh, Andy's think-tank is always working," asserted his brother—"at least it is when it comes to such things as this. Now if it was a geometry proposition, or a Latin construction——"