“We weren’t going to do it,” began the pitcher, and then the futility of the denial made itself plain to him, as in the dying glow of the match he saw the sight he and his companion presented.
“Follow me, gentlemen,” said the proctor simply, leading the way to his quarters.
“Caught in their own trap!” whispered Bill softly, as he and his brothers and chums looked over the top of the wall, and saw what had taken place.
“Talk about painting the town red,” murmured Cap. “The very grass is pink, over there,” and chuckling to themselves our heroes hurried to their rooms lest they, too, be taken in for being out after hours.
CHAPTER XXI
AN INTERRUPTED SUPPER
“Wasn’t it great?” demanded Bill.
“All to the lalapalooza!” was Cap’s opinion.