"Shall we wait or put straight for the minister's house?" inquired Hawley.
"Go there," replied Will.
"Look out! Don't let any one see you," said Hawley in a low voice as they stealthily began to make their way up the street. Occasionally they stopped to make sure that they were not being followed or to strive to discover if their own friends were near. They had passed the little white wooden church building and were approaching the parsonage when both stopped abruptly.
"What's that?" demanded Hawley in a whisper.
"You know as much about it as I do. Come on and we'll find out."
The sound of voices could be heard from the rear of the house and from the tones it was evident that the speakers were somewhat excited. Furthermore Will was positive that he recognized the voices of two and they were members of the sophomore class at Winthrop.
"How many are there?" whispered Hawley."Sounds as if there were six or eight. Hark! There's the minister talking."
"What's he saying?"
"I can't make out. He's excited over something, though."
"Come on," whispered Hawley, "let's creep up around the corner of the barn. We can see and hear too there, and if we're careful they won't suspect us."