number of dark shadows moving about near the structure.
"Now, are they sophs or our fellows?" he mused as he cautiously halted. He thought he recognized some of his classmates and went on a little further.
"Here comes one!" he heard in a hoarse whisper.
Tom stopped. It was so dark he could not tell friends from foes. But he knew a test. A countersign had been agreed upon.
"What did the namby-pamby say?" he asked.
Back came the answer in a hoarse whisper:
"Over the fence is out!"
It was the reply that had been arranged among the freshmen. Confident that he was approaching friends, Tom advanced. A moment later he found himself clasped by half a dozen arms.
"We've got one!" some one cried, and he recognized the voice of Gladdus. "Take him away, fellows, and wait for the next. I guess the freshies won't have so many at their spread as they think!"
"Kidnapped!" thought Tom disgustedly as he was hustled away in the darkness. "Now they'll have the laugh on me and some of the other fellows all right. They have discovered our countersign or else some one gave it away."
