And, before they made their silent ways into their rooms that night, the four conspirators took another look at the big stone of Senior fame, resting in its unaccustomed place.
“There’ll be a row in the morning,” was Cap’s opinion.
CHAPTER VIII
ORGANIZING THE NINE
Nobody was late for chapel next day—a most unusual occurrence. But the news of the removal of the stone had early become known, and before the first call for breakfast almost the entire school was out on the campus, gazing at the work of the Smith boys and Whistle-Breeches.
“Say, that was a peach of a stunt all right,” was the general comment. “Who did it?”
“Well, if we find out who of you Freshies did it, there’ll be something else doing,” was the angry retort of the Seniors, since, just before leaving the stone, Cap had painted on it in hastily scrawled characters:
“COMPLIMENTS OF THE FRESHMEN.”