paste at the fence corner, and had also found Hart and his captive seated on the railing of a small bridge across a little brook a full mile down the road.
"What shall we do with him?" questioned Hart, removing his arm from the sophomore's shoulder.
"Make him carry the paste. That's what they would do to one of us," said Congreve.
"Don't you trust him with it," put in Golatly; "just have him walk along with us for fun. He's real good company."
The red-headed one was so angry, and had been so frightened at his captor's seriousness, that he did not reply. They were standing just then beside a high board fence which guarded the property of one of the professors.
"Let's begin to put them here," said Congreve.
Under the branches of the great pines which extended above the wall, it was darker than ever. They could hardly see the printing. Golatly smothered one with the "stickum," and put it on the boards. A few yards farther down he did the same thing again. The captive meahwhile had been standing close to the
