"The pole and ropes are strong enough," said Jack.
"We can take some of the old mattresses that used to be in the gymnasium," suggested Ward. "If he falls he'll land on them and not hurt himself."
"Wait! A better plan yet!" cried Andy. "We'll have a tub of water at the foot of the pole and lower him into that. If he's so hot for polite society he'll get cooled off."
"Good!" cried the lads, and they laid their plans accordingly.
It was the hour of midnight when several stealthy figures stole along the corridor leading to the room which had been assigned to Chet Sedley.
"Go easy," cautioned Andy. "Old Thorny may be on the job, and he'd spoil the fun if he could."
"Suppose Chet makes a row?" asked Frank.
"I've got some rags I'm going to stuff in his mouth," answered his brother.
They found Chet's door locked, and to their cautious knock he made answer:
"Who's there?"