“You’ll get us all fired from college,” protested Butler. “What’s the use? They’ll never find out who did it.”
“I’ve waited for them to find out,” said Larry. “I wasn’t going to confess while they might think it through fear of being caught.”
“Fellows,” said Trumbull, “I’ve been thinking that way myself. Let’s go over and have it out with the ‘Herr Professor.’ ”
“Oh, I say,” protested Larry; “I didn’t want to drag you into it. I’ll own up and see what can be done.”
“Nothing like that,” announced Winans. “We’re all in the same boat. What do you think, Butler?”
“Me? Why I’d just a lieve confess as to do it over again,” laughed the little fellow ruefully. “My conscience is clear. I didn’t carry the pig, and I’m so small the ‘Herr Professor’ probably will attack you big ones first.”
Rather dismally the small party set out across the campus and hesitatingly approached the residence of Professor Schermer. Winans, summoning all his courage, advanced and rang the bell, and the hesitating and confused culprits were ushered into the presence of the grave, courteous student, who regarded them over the tops of his glasses.
“Young shentlemans, to vot do I owe der honor off your presences?” he inquired gravely.
They shuffled, waited, each for the other, and glanced back and forth between each other for moral support.
“It’s this way, professor,” said Larry, screwing up his courage. “We swiped your pig and”——