who had never heard of the College of New Jersey.
"Have you told Mr. Betts?" inquired Congreve, putting his suspenders over his night-robe.
"He is oop, yes, ten minutes," said Steve; "told me to come and vake you—if I could."
Congreve hurried into a coat, and going down the hallway found Setts' dressing in the dark.
"Now get the others out," the latter said without a word of greeting, "you know the juniors told us to do it quietly. Let's go over and get old 'Cave Canum' and make him fuss for us."
"Have you got the procs?" inquired Congreve.
"Here's a bale of 'em," said Betts, hauling out a long bundle from under the bed. "I have made fresh stickum every night for the last three days, and I have got it in the bathroom, by the great horn spoon!"
He disappeared, and Congreve heard him stumbling about. Suddenly there was a howl, a plash, and the sound of muttering.
Betts's bathroom consisted of a closet, on the floor of which was a big hat tub. In the dark-
