“But we’re not going to sit down and nurse the loss,” exclaimed Randall. “There is only one thing to do in my mind.” “And in mine too,” echoed Edwards quietly. “And that is?” asked Dick Palmer. “Go and bring them back!” cried Randall. There was a roar of applause. “And how shall we do it?” asked one. “How!” answered Randall boldly. “How! There is only one way. Organize a party, go over to Berkeley, and take the cannons away from them.” “And bring the whole college down on us in a mass?” said Edwards. “Who cares?” exclaimed Randall. “Let them come down, and we will wipe out the whole gang of them. I’d like nothing better than a chance like that. We’ll teach them to meddle with Belmont College men.” “All well enough in spirit, Percy, but it _won’t work_. We can’t get the cannons that way,” said Edwards. “Do you mean to say you’re going to sit tamely by and do nothing?” asked Randall. “No.” “Will you go over to Berkeley?” “Yes, but not in the way you propose,” answered Edwards. “Any way then, just so we go,” said Randall. Edwards was looking at Ray Wendell. He knew what an influence Ray’s voice would exert, and he felt sure of Ray’s feelings in the matter. “Will you join us?” he asked. “Join whom and what?” “I propose that we organize a party of say fifty――it would be hard to handle more――go over to Berkeley this very night late, search out those cannons, take them from right under the snoring noses of those Park men, and bring them back.” “How shall we carry them?” “Easily enough; by boat as they did. We can hire Jerry Bunce’s excursion boat for the night for twenty five or thirty dollars. We will go down the river to the landing near Park College, search for the cannons right on their campus, where no doubt they are, and drag them down to the boat, loose our moorings, and off we’ll go. There, what do you think of that?” Ray’s face was flushing with excitement. His anger at the outrage perpetrated upon us, his feeling of college honor, and his love of adventure, combined, left him no room for hesitation. “I will go,” he said promptly. “I only waited for some clearly defined plan. Your idea is a good one. I believe we can make it a success.” “Then you’ll join us?” said Edwards quickly. “Yes, by all means.” “Good, and you too?” he continued looking at Tony, Dick Palmer, and myself. We assented at once. “Who else?” called out Edwards. A chorus of voices responded eagerly. “This won’t do,” said Ray. “We can’t go over in a mob, without discipline. That would spoil our chances. We must pick out and organize a regular party as Edwards proposed, and fifty would be enough. Who will make up the company?”