"Turn the hose on them, that will be enough."

"All right, jest as you say. But they ain't goin' to git in here at
these machines without permission."

Tom and Sam made a hasty visit to their room, and then hurried
downstairs again and off to the waterfront. Here, several bonfires had
been lit. They were composed of boxes and barrels with a large
quantity of brushwood added, and one bonfire was nearly twenty feet in
height.

"Here they come!" called out a student.

"Hurrah for our pitcher!"

"And the best fly catcher Brill ever saw!"

"Say, this is certainly some bonfire!" exclaimed Sam, looking at the
big blaze.

"It sure is!" returned his brother. "If the wind should shift, it
might prove dangerous," he added, as he watched a great mass of sparks
floating across the stream and over the woods beyond.

"Oh, it's perfectly safe," came from Paul Orben, who was one of the
students who had helped to pile up the combustibles.

The crowd was certainly a gay one, and the Rovers lost no time in
joining in the festivities. One student had a bugle, and another had
an old base drum which boasted of only one head. These two succeeded