he carefully avoided allowing his feelings to get the better of him. For this same reason now he was so surprised that he could not utter a word, and the freshman from Nebraska, taking him at such a disadvantage, hurried down the road. He carried the little sophomore as if he were a bag of meal.
Then led by freshman Betts, the rest of the party stepped quickly forward to the base of the water-tower. A white bundle was lying there on the ground.
"Jove! It's their own proclamations," whispered Golatly in Congreve's ear.
"Are you down there, Reddy? Where's that paste?"
"A-a-all right!" answered Golatly, with a good imitation of the stutterer, "S-s-send down a r-r-rope."
"It's hanging alongside the ladder, you bally idiot!" said the voice.
There, sure enough, was a stout cord reaching almost to the ground, and within easy reach.
"P-p-paste on s-s-six," stammered Mr. Golatly, tying a bundle of his own class proclamations at the end of the string. Then he attached
