"And get caught, as we did with the tar-barrels," grumbled Gus Coulter.
"We'll take good care that nobody sees us this time."
"What are you thinking of doing?" asked Coulter, curiously.
"Come with me and I'll tell you," answered Reff Ritter, and took his crony by the arm. Slowly they walked across the campus, and as they did so Ritter unfolded a plot that had just then come into his head.
"What do you think of it?" he asked, after he had finished.
"Very good; if it will work, and we are not caught."
"We'll not get caught if you'll do as I say. Listen, Gus, all you need to do is to stand on guard, to give me warning if anybody comes. I'll do the rest."
"When do you want to get to work?"
Reff Ritter looked around anxiously. It was cold on the campus and growing darker rapidly. Only a few cadets were in sight.
"Come on now," he answered. "We'll see if the coast is clear."