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Rh the freshman paste-pot, and the party on top hauled them up. In the darkness the papers looked much alike, the only difference being that the sophomore effusion was printed in dark-green ink, instead of black.

"All O.K.," came the answer from the top of the tower.

"Say, you fellows, I-I-I'm going back to the college," stuttered Golatly, nudging Congreve, and taking up the bundle of papers from the ground. There were some observations from above, but Mr. Golatly vouchsafed no reply, and in the darkness the party stole back to the road.

When they reached it, the success of the exploit was too much for them, and Betts fairly rolled in the dirt.

"McFadden," he said to Golatly, "come to me arms, you're a jewel!"

"I say, you chaps," said Congreve, "let's tear up their 'procs,' and leave a trail along the road. Oh ! vote me a piano!"

It was no sooner said than done, and one of the bundles was divided and the fragments scattered by the roadside.

They had found the sophomores' bucket of