Neil had done his best to imitate Livingston's careful and rather precise manner of speaking, and the invaders, few of whom even knew the president of the freshman class by sight, never for an instant doubted that they had captured him.
[Illustration] Neil found himself suddenly seized by strong arms.

With a cry of simulated surprise, he struggled feebly.
"Here, what's up, fellows ?" he remonstrated.

"Look out, I tell you! _Don't do that_!" Then he was borne, protesting and kicking, feet foremost, through the door, out into the hall and down the stairs.

When the front door was thrown open Neil was alarmed to find that although almost dark it was still light enough for his captors to discover their mistake.

Hiding his face as best he could, he lifted his voice in loud cries for help.