"Where is he?"
"Give it up."
"He's hunting his brother," said one. "He's down on the Bingo farm," cried another.
This was rather "fresh," but there was a general laugh, which turned into a cheer as Braddy, wearing a worried look, pushed his way through the crowd.
"I can't find the kid," he said, anxiously.
"Oh, he will turn up all right," said the others; "he's sure to come to the fire. Brace up and light her, Jennings."
Just then there was a shout from behind, and the closely packed mass opened up to let a fence come in, which two small flushed and panting boys were dragging after them.
"Great Scott, it's Braddy's brother!" said the Senior who had sat next to him at the game. "Where in the world did you get all that fence, and how did you manage to drag it here?"
Bingo was far too breathless to answer, but Dave spoke up.
"A lot of fellows helped us," he said. "We brought it round a back way, but Brad and I brought it through the campus alone."