"Come on and give old Filbury a scare," sug gested Spud, and before anybody could stop him he went off after the old man who worked around the dormitories. He found Filbury on a stepladder, fixing a lamp, and he very quietly pinned his firecrackers to the old man's coat tail.
"What do you want, sir?" asked the old man, as he started to come down the step-ladder.
"I wanted to ask you if you knew where my baseball was," asked Spud, innocently.
"No, I don't know nuthing about baseballs," growled Filbury. He sniffed the air. "Say, smells like something burning around here!" he cried. "Did any of them fireworks set fire to the buildings?"
"I guess not," answered Spud. "But about that ball"
Crack! bang! crack! went a number of the fire crackers and poor Filbury leaped several feet into the air. Then he turned hastily around.
"What are you doing?" he demanded, and then a long string of the firecrackers went off, causing him to whirl first to one side and then another. He put his hands behind him, "Ouch! I'm burnt!" he screamed.
"Whoopla! that's the way to celebrate!" roared Spud. "Nothing like having fun while you are at it!"
