"Shss!" warned Benz, glancing about nervously, "Don't wake the whole dorm! Step in your room here and I'll tell you the whole story."
Cateye backed in and sat down, turning on the light. Benz seated himself on the edge of the bed and clutched the bed sheets despairingly.
"Great heavens, man, don't keep me in suspense!" groaned Cateye, "Judd drowned! How'd it happen?"
"Well, …" began Benz, "It all came out of a little joke!"
"So it was one of your pranks, eh? Drowning a man!" Cateye's voice was hard and cruel.
"I didn't mean it, Cateye, honest! I mean, … the joke to go so far," Benz hastened to add, realizing that he had almost confessed. "We broke up a celebration the second team was having; captured Rube and McCabe and planned on giving 'em a good scare. So we carried 'em down to the bridge an' held Rube over the rail. I, … we never meant to drop him, honest, but, …"
"Why did you tie his feet?" As soon as Cateye asked the question he realized that he had pulled "a bone."
"Why did I? … Did I tell you that?" Benz asked, wild-eyed.
"You sure did!" insisted Cateye, seeing a way out.
"Well, … he put up such a fight we had to do something," explained
Benz, weepingly, "And I just said we never meant to drop him!"