It was Billie herself who thought of this danger and who finally managed to calm them down a little.
“Not so loud,” she entreated, still feeling faint and shaky from her experience. “You know what will happen if somebody finds us here.”
“But Billie,” protested Laura, though her voice sank to a more cautious whisper, “we’ve got to do something about it, you know. There may have been a murder or something up there.”
“Perhaps we’d better all go back with Billie and try to get into that little room at the head of the ladder,” suggested one of the girls, but the mere idea made Billie shudder.
“You can go,” she said decidedly. “But I’m through for to-night.”
“Oh, well, if you won’t go,” said the girl dejectedly, “it’s all off, of course. We need a guide——”
“I don’t see why,” protested Billie. “Nobody gave me a guide.”
“No. And it was a shame to send you away up there all alone,” said Vi, putting a protecting arm about her. “It’s a wonder you didn’t die of fright.”
“I suppose,” said Ann Fleming, thoughtfully, “we might tell one of the teachers about it—or Miss Walters, perhaps—and she could go with us up to the tower——”
“Say,” interrupted Rose Belser with her most pronounced drawl, as she looked contemptuously upon the freshman who had proposed so foolish a thing, “it’s easy to see you haven’t been at Three Towers long, Ann. Now just what do you suppose would happen if we told Miss Walters that we were up after hours initiating and doing stunts?”