There was heedless rush now from the next room. Frank could hear the hose
dragged along the corridor. The door of the adjoining room was hurriedly
closed.

"Off with your clothes--hustle into bed," ordered some one in that
apartment.

Shoes were kicked off, beds creaked, and then came odd cries.

"Wow!"

"Murder!"

Tap--tap--tap! came a knock at the door.

"What's going on here?" asked the sharp, stern voice of the dormitory
watchman.

"Thunder!"

"Oh, my back!"

"I'm scratched to pieces!" So ran the cries, and half a dozen persons
seemed to bound from beds to the floor.

Bob Upton was shaking with suppressed laughter, stuffing the end of the
pillow into his mouth to keep from yelling outright.

"Bob," whispered Frank, "what have you been up to?"