Hurrying along, the four lads entered a trolley that was headed for Haddonfield. They looked back, as they were on the platform, and saw the shadowy figures leap into an auto which they knew belonged to Bert Bascome.
“They’re coming,” spoke Sid.
“And we’ll be ready for ’em,” added Tom.
A little later Tom and his chums were in the town and they hurried to a building, containing several halls or meeting rooms, where the students frequently held dinners, or gave dances and other affairs.
“Did you see anything of them since we arrived?” asked Holly of Tom as they scurried into the structure.
“No, but they’ll be on hand. Ford has tipped them off all right; the little puppy! Say, what ought we to do to him? Tar and feathers, or give him the silence?”
“We can settle that later,” remarked Phil. “Just now let’s see how we make out against the freshies. It’s tough to have to acknowledge that there’s a traitor in the class.”
“It sure is. Come on, now I hope everything is here.”
A man came out of a room as the four sophomores knocked on the door.
“All arranged?” asked Tom eagerly.