“All right!” he whispered. “She’s free!”
“Come on then,” ordered Cap, and they started across the campus, pulling after them the Senior stone, which from the time when the mind of man ran not to the contrary, had reposed in a place of honor. Now it was moved.
“Right in the middle of the steps,” suggested Cap, and they bent their course in that direction. A little later the heavy stone, weighing several tons, was carefully lowered on the big paving flag that marked the beginning of the main school entrance.
“I rather guess they’ll open their eyes when they see that,” said Cap, as he wheeled the machine away, and stood off to observe the effect. Truly the meteor rested in a strange place.
“Come on—no time for artistic observation,” suggested Bill. “We may get caught. Let’s make a get-away.”
“Sure,” agreed Whistle-Breeches, and silently through the darkness they sped with the wheeled affair.
As they were leaving the college grounds they heard some one approaching along the road which they must take to return the lifter.
“Some one’s coming! Duck!” whispered Cap hoarsely.
“And leave this?” asked Bill.
“Sure. Shove it into the bushes.”