“Join whom and what?”
“I propose that we organize a party of say fifty—it would be hard to handle more—go over to Berkeley this very night late, search out those cannons, take them from right under the snoring noses of those Park men, and bring them back.”
“How shall we carry them?”
“Easily enough; by boat as they did. We can hire Jerry Bunce’s excursion boat for the night for twenty five or thirty dollars. We will go down the river to the landing near Park College, search for the cannons right on their campus, where no doubt they are, and drag them down to the boat, loose our moorings, and off we’ll go. There, what do you think of that?”
Ray’s face was flushing with excitement. His anger at the outrage perpetrated upon us, his feeling of college honor, and his love of adventure, combined, left him no room for hesitation.
“I will go,” he said promptly. “I only waited for some clearly defined plan. Your idea is a good one. I believe we can make it a success.”
“Then you’ll join us?” said Edwards quickly.
“Yes, by all means.”
“Good, and you too?” he continued looking at Tony, Dick Palmer, and myself. We assented at once.