"Maybe I'll do worse."
"Well, Langridge sure does deliver a good ball," said Sid slowly; "the only trouble is that he"
He stopped suddenly and seemed embarrassed.
"Well?" asked Tom questioningly.
"Maybe you'll find it out for yourself," concluded Sid Henderson. "There's the supper gong. Come on. There'll be hot work after a bit."
Puzzling somewhat over the answer his chum had made to the question regarding Langridge and wondering what it was he might find out for himself, Tom followed Sid to the dining hall, where throngs of students were already gathered.
There was something in the air that told of mischief to come. The sophomores, who dined together, maintained a very grave and decorous air, utterly out of keeping with their usual mood. There was silence instead of talk and laughter at their table.
"They're almost as dignified as the seniors," remarked Phil Clinton to Tom as he took a seat next to him. "It means trouble. Look out."
"Oh, we're looking out," replied Tom.
Few lingered over the meal, and, going back to their room, Sid and Tom took their best clothes and him them in a closet at the end of the long corridor. It was a closet used for the storage of odds and ends.
