“Who’s doing the most of it?” laughed Merritt.
“Shut up!” said the rest of the boys, who wanted to hear what Herring had to propose.
“There are other places besides the dormitories to work in,” said Herring. “There’s the woods and the road and a lot of other places. He won’t be with the other fellows all the time.”
“No, of course not.”
“It’ll be easy enough to send him a note and get him away from the buildings and then we can do just what we like.”
“Give him a good scare and take the nonsense out of him.”
“And he won’t know us, neither, for we’ll have masks on and we mustn’t say a word.”
“That’ll be a hard thing for you,” laughed Merritt, who could not resist the temptation to have another fling at Herring.
The latter paid no attention to him, however, knowing that one word would only lead to another.
“We’ll watch him,” he continued; “find out when he goes off by himself and then do the job up brown. If he don’t go off alone, we’ll fix it so he will, and that’s easy.”