Sid nodded appreciatively.
“Well,” resumed Dutch, “some of us have rigged up an effigy, in the shape of a student in a dress suit, and at this moment the said imitation student is strung on this wire, which extends from your window across the campus, to the clump of elms just beyond Booker Memorial chapel. The effigy is a sort of trolley car, and this is the wire. This cord, which I just hauled up is also attached to the figure. Now at the proper time, when Proc. Zane goes out to catch some poor chap, who has been off to see his best girl, and has stayed too late, I’ll pull this string, the figure will slide along the wire, with the feet just touching the ground, and the proctor thinking it is a student, will rush up to identify him. There will be something interesting when the two meet,” and Dutch began to chuckle.
“But how can we see it?” asked Tom. “It’s as dark as a pocket to-night.”
“All the better. The fellows hidden in the clump of elms have an automobile search light, which they will turn on at the proper moment. Do you catch on?”
“Wow! It’s rich!” cried Phil.
“All to the mustard and the spoon, too!” decided Tom.
“A lallapaloosa!” was Sid’s comment.
“And not a bit of danger,” added Dutch. “As soon as the search light flashes on the scene, and the proctor is made aware of the joke, I’ll cut the wire from your window, it will fall to the ground, be hauled in by the fellows in the elms, together with the figure, and not a bit of evidence will remain.”
“Great!” commented Tom. “But how can you be sure that the proctor will be out there?”