"Now, let's make a sweep of the dark parts of the hotel grounds, and we may happen upon the rah-rahs, still chuckling over the fun they've had with us." But the five boys had not gone far when they were stopped by a well-dressed young stranger of about twenty. "Mr. Prescott?" asked the stranger. "Yes," nodded Dick. "I am one of the bell-boys at the hotel. When I went off duty I asked the manager's permission to change my uniform for citizen's clothing and watch those eight noisy fellows." "The college boys?" asked Harry quickly. "They're not college boys!" returned the young stranger. "They've been giving a fake Saunders yell, and that was what made me dislike them, for I've just finished the sophomore year at Saunders myself. I'm working at the Terraces as bell-boy to help pay next year's tuition at Saunders. The manager permitted me to watch those fellows, but somehow they got away from me. I got track of them again near to your camp. Just as I came along they were scooting away, but a glance showed me the mischief they had worked, so I followed them." "Do you know where they are now?" Dick asked eagerly. "I know where they were ten minutes ago," replied the bell-boy. "Then please take us to them as quickly as you can," begged Darry vehemently. "I'm fairly aching to pass the time of night with them!" "I'll do it," agreed the bell-boy. "Follow me, please." "I wonder why they went to all that trouble to be so disagreeable to us," Prescott muttered, as the little party strode along. "You had some dispute with that crowd, on the hotel porch to-night, didn't you?" asked the bell-boy. "Yes; they tried to address some of our girl friends, whom they didn't know and we objected to their insolence." "That was what made the rah-rah boys sore," went on the bell-boy. "I heard them talking about it before I left them. It seems, too, that the manager sent the head waiter to stop their nonsense in the dining room to-night. For some reason these sham college boys blame you fellows for that humiliation also. So they're chuckling over what they've done to your outfit to teach you to mind your own business, as they put it." "I hope we catch up with 'em before they get back to the hotel," uttered Tom fervently. "But warn us, please, whenever we get so close that they're likely to hear our voices." The bell-boy now led them through an orchard. "There seem to be a lot of apples on the ground," remarked Prescott, halting. "Green ones---they're no good," replied the bell-boy. "Then they are good---just what we want!" ejaculated Prescott. "Hold on, fellows! Fill your hats with these apples." "What are you going to do when you come upon these fellows?" asked the bell-boy. "Scuttle 'em---the way they did our tent!" Tom retorted.