"Cut for it! Something's wrong! We're caught!"
There was heedless rush now from the next room. Frank could hear the hose dragged along the corridor. The door of the adjoining room was hurriedly closed.
"Off with your clothes—hustle into bed," ordered some one in that apartment.
Shoes were kicked off, beds creaked, and then came odd cries.
"Wow!"
"Murder!"
Tap—tap—tap! came a knock at the door.
"What's going on here?" asked the sharp, stern voice of the dormitory watchman.
"Thunder!"
"Oh, my back!"