“For what?” asked Phil.
“For a joke on Proc. Zane?”
“Oh, we’re always ready for that!” exclaimed Sid. “He has caught me once this term, and nearly twice. What’s the joke?”
“I’ll explain,” went on Dutch, fairly bubbling over with mirth. “Only you fellows may have to stand for part of it.”
“How?” asked Tom. “We’ll do our share, of course.”
“We want to use one of your windows for part of the trick. May we?”
“Sure,” answered Phil. “We’ll stand for anything short of setting fire to the college, and we’ll throw in a hazing of Pitchfork if it’s possible.”
“Oh, he’ll get his some day,” replied Dutch, “but just now we’re after Zane. Here’s a cord. When you hear three tree-toad whistles down below, lower it from your window, and then at two tugs haul up.”
“You’re not going to pull the proctor up here, are you?” inquired Phil in some alarm.