They've had fellows watching you all day. There's one at the corner
now--a tall, long-nosed chap that I've seen in class. So get your things
and get out as soon as you can move."

Livingston, with his hands in his pockets, stared thoughtfully out of
the window, Neil watching him impatiently and listening apprehensively
for the sound of carriage wheels down the street.

"It doesn't seem to me that they could be idiots enough to attempt such
a silly trick," said Livingston at last. "You--you're quite sure you
weren't mistaken--that they weren't stringing you?"

"They didn't know I was there!" cried Neil in exasperation. "I went in
late--Mills had us blocking kicks--and was changing my things over in a
dark corner when they hurried in and went over into the next alley and
began to talk. At first they were whispering, but after a bit they
talked loud enough for me to hear every word."

"Well, anyhow--and I'm awfully much obliged, Fletcher--I don't intend to
run from a few sophs. I'll lock the front door and this one and let
them hammer."

"But--"

"Nonsense; when they find they can't get in they'll get tired and go
away."

"And you'll go out and get nabbed at the corner! That's a clever
program, I don't think!" cried Neil in intense scorn. "Now you listen to
me, Livingston. What you want to do is to put your glad rags in a bag