"We left their stuff on the big table in the lower hall," explained Andy. "It's all piled up there."
"And what about our stuff?" asked Duke Yardly quickly. "Did you mix it all up together there?"
"Sure we did," said Jack. "We didn't have time to separate it. Besides, we couldn't show favors. We robbed Freshmen and all you fellows alike. You can sort it out."
"Yes, we can!" exclaimed Duke in deep disgust. "It'll be just like those Freshman to hold on to our stuff, now that they're wise to the joke. Say, this didn't turn out the way I thought it would."
"That's always the way with Andy's jokes," remarked Herbert Waldron.
"Aw, let's see you get up a better one," challenged Andy, trying to get some of the glue from the false beard off his chin. "It was a peach, I think."
"Oh, it wasn't so bad," admitted Jack. "But it sure is queer about Billy Chase. I wonder what he's got back of him, anyhow?"
"Give it up," came from Andy. "Ouch! That pulled!" he exclaimed, as he removed a patch of the false hair.
Frank Racer said nothing, but there was a determined look on his face that spoke more than words. He had been much puzzled by the strange actions of the Freshman, and he made up his mind that he would find out more about him.
There came a knock on the door of the room where the chums were gathered. It produced instant silence.