CHAPTER XI
BONFIRE NIGHT AT THE HALL
It was certainly a night long to be remembered in the annals of Oak Hall,—and for more reasons than one.
At the start, several bonfires were lit along the bank of the river, and around these the students congregated, to dance and sing songs, and “cut up” generally. None of the teachers were present, and it was given out that the lads might enjoy themselves within reasonable bounds until ten o’clock.
“Let’s form a grand march!” cried Gus Plum. “Every man with a torch!”
“Yes, but don’t set anything on fire,” cautioned Roger.
“Say, that puts me in mind of a story,” came from Shadow. “A fellow went into a powder shop to buy some ammunition. He was smoking a pipe, and the proprietor––”
“Whoop! Hurrah for Shadow!” yelled somebody from the rear, and the next instant the story-teller of the Hall found himself up on a 102 pile of barrels which had not yet been set on fire.
“Now then, tell your yarns to everybody!” came the cry.