The sophomores and freshmen, so rudely disturbed at their reconciliation party, having investigated as best they could in the uncertain moonlight, and having discovered nothing more than that the evidence of the swaying rope indicated the bell had rung (which evidence their ears already testified to), were returning to the gymnasium.
But before they went in, though just how it started no one appeared to know, they were all doing a sort of snake dance in the silvery sheen of the moonlight.
Twisting and turning, the line of masquerading girls in fantastic figures circled beneath the old alarm bell that hung on a projecting beam out from the side of the building. It thus projected to allow the sound of its alarm to vibrate freely in all directions. Above their heads and out of reach of the hands of the tallest of the girls, dangled the weathered rope attached to the bell.
“It must have been a very tall person who could reach that rope!” panted Terry as she circled with Sim.
“A veritable giant,” was the answer. “None of the girls could have done it.”
“No. That’s what I thought.”
“What are you talking about?” demanded Terry, who had been caught in the human maelstrom by some strange girl and whirled about.
“We don’t quite know,” said Arden.
Screaming and laughing, the sophomores in the lead took the freshmen running across the campus and stopped in front of the dormitory.
“Good-night, freshies!” cried Toots and some of the leaders. “And happy dreams!”