"Now, First Neophyte!" exclaimed the leader of their visitors. "Where did you leave the Golden Goblet?"
"On the pedestal, right between the feet of the figure," sobbed Helen.
"You hear?" repeated the other, turning her shrouded face to Ruth. "Then go, drink likewise of the fountain, and bring back the goblet. Failure to perform this task will be punished not only in the present, but in the future. Take her away—and remember your orders, guards."
The door was opened ever so quietly and the sentinel outside assured them that nobody had stirred, All had been so far conducted so carefully that even the other girls not in the plot were not awakened. As Ruth was led past the door of the larger room, which she knew Mary Cox and her three chums occupied, she heard the unmistakable snoring of a sound sleeper within. It made her doubt if, after all, those four who had appeared so friendly to Helen and herself that evening, were among the hazers; and she heard one of her guards whisper:
"Miss Picolet never has to look into that room to learn if they're asleep. Listen to Heavy, will you?"
But this puzzlement did not stick in Ruth's mind for long; the guards hustled her down the stairs and the outer door was opened.
