Before half past two that afternoon, Bayliss and Dodge were in hiding, where they could look out through a movable shutter at the gymnasium building.
"There go Prescott, Darrin and Reade," Bayliss soon reported.
"Oh, of course; they'll answer the football call," sniffed Dodge.
"It was over fellows just like them that the whole trouble started." "And there's Dalzell, Hazelton and Hanshew.

Griffith is just behind them." "Yes; all muckers," nodded Dodge.
"There's Coach Morton." "Of course; he has to attend," replied Dodge, coming toward the shuttered window.

"But I'll wager old Morton isn't feeling over-happy this afternoon." "I don't know," grumbled Bayliss.

"There he is at the gym.

door, shaking hands with Dick Prescott and Dave Darrin, and laughing pretty heartily." "Laughing to keep his courage up, I reckon," clicked Bert Dodge dryly.