“Come on, fellows,” he urged. “Let’s get out of this.”
“I hate to leave it,” said Dan. “It’s positively beautiful!”
“Tom’s right,” Alf said. “We’d better sneak before some one sees us. Come on, fellows.”
So they hurried back across the lawn to the shadow of the dormitory, and from there to the comparative safety of the shrubbery.
“We’ll get out where we came in,” announced Alf. “That’s good luck, they say.” They discussed the success of their enterprise in low voices as they crept along the edge of the bushes.
“I’d give a month’s allowance,” said Tom Roeder, “if I could only be hidden up there somewhere when they find it out in the morning. Say, won’t they be hot under the collar?”
“Rip-snorting!” agreed Durfee. “And the beauty of it is that they’ll know Yardley did it, but won’t be able to prove it.”
“How about the chap where you got the cloth, Alf?” Dan inquired. “Think he will tell?”
“Never. He’s a friend of mine.”
“How about the poles and the thumbtacks?” asked Chambers.