"Hold on! I've found a lantern," called Prescott. "I'll come out with that."
He appeared a moment later, lighting the lantern.
"Now, let's see what we can find," he urged. Not far away the high school boys came upon the prints of sharp-toed shoes.
"The tramps didn't wear shoes that would make these prints," declared Dick. "Neither do any of our crowd. Fellows, we owe our surprise to the rah-rah humorists."
"Then we'll pay 'em back in good measure," cried Darry in exasperation.
After some searching Dick & Co. came upon their clothes chest, at a distance of some hundred yards from camp. The chest had not been rifled, for it was locked and the key rested in Dick's pocket.
"Help me with it, Tom, and we'll carry it back," said Prescott in a low, hard tone. "We need our working clothes at once, for there is work to be done to-night!"
The needed change of costume was quickly made. Off came the white suits, which were carefully folded and put away. Then on went the khaki and flannel clothing.
"Dan, you stay with the tent," Dick ordered, with the air of a general. "Greg, you and Harry make it your main business to see if you can find the horse. The rest of us will concern ourselves with finding out whether the rah-rah fellows are still outside the hotel."
"Here's the horse—-grazing," shouted Greg, two minutes later.