"Where?" exclaimed Lee, in a whisper. He was one of the pluckiest men in the class, yet he jumped back a little.
"There," said Young, "on that tree-box. It's a proc."
"By George, you're right—the sneaks! They must have begun early."
It was too dark to make out anything but the first three lines in big letters:
"ATTENTION!
YE FOUL AND FOOLISH FREAKS
OF FRESHMEN!"
"It hasn't been up long," said Young. "The paste is still wet." He began to tear it down.
"They must be near here," whispered Lee. "We'd better first go and meet——"
"Sist! who's that?" said a low voice in the darkness.