“Hullo, Harry,” said Ray. “I was just saying to Tony that I don’t like the looks of things at all. We have begun all wrong.”
“So say I,” was my prompt response. “These masks don’t suit me. The fellows know that the college has made strict laws against the wearing of masks. What is it for?”
“I haven’t the least idea,” responded Ray. “We have no need of them. I am sure we have no fear of the Park men, nor any need to conceal our features from them, while we certainly have no reason to be ashamed to show ourselves when we return home with the cannons. I can’t understand such concealment. It seems underhand and sneaky.”
“Oh, I suppose it is some of Percy Randall’s doings,” said I. “He told me that he had ordered the masks.”
At this moment Clinton Edwards came up. Ray rose impatiently.
“Edwards, what on earth are these masks made for?” he exclaimed.
Clinton shrugged his shoulders.
“I don’t know. I have just been urging Percy Randall to give them up, but he wouldn’t listen to me, and the fellows all stand by him. They are all of his spirit of mischief. He is the leader and we are simply nobodies.”
“It is too bad,” said Ray. “I had my doubts when you told Percy to organize. This is no Freshmen’s scrape. This is to regain college rights—to vindicate college honor, and it was only on that basis that I joined it. Percy Randall is too reckless and mischief loving to run such an enterprise.”
Edwards laughed.