“It’s around here somewhere I think. I spotted it to-day as I was coming from town, and that’s how I happened to think of the scheme. Ah, here it is,” and in the semi-darkness he went over to something that looked like half of a wagon truck. It consisted of two high wheels, with an iron arrangement between them, a long pole or lever and several chains. “What’s that, for the love of tripe?” demanded Bill. “That,” said Cap, “is a stone-carrier, a pipe-carrier, a stump-puller and is also used in a variety of other ways to lift heavy weights and transport them from one place to another. The technical name has escaped me, but I think that will answer you,” and with this delivered in his best class room style, Cap took hold of the long pole and began moving the machine out from amid a pile of sewer and water pipes. “Say, I believe that _will_ do the trick!” exclaimed Bill admiringly. “Of course it will,” declared Cap. “Come on, now. We haven’t any too much time, for the Seniors may come out of meeting any minute, and some may take a notion to stroll around the campus, though it’s not likely.” Behold the conspirators then, a little later, trundling the big two-wheeled affair along the dark road. Fortunately the dirt was thick, and the machine made no noise. Also the campus grass was long and soft and the wheels rolled smoothly along. A careful bit of scout-work on the part of Bill, a cautious approach and soon the plotters were beside the meteor ready to fasten the chains around it, lift the heavy weight by the enormous leverage of the long handle, and wheel it to the main school steps. Cap and Bill adjusted the chains, handling them with care, so that they would not rattle. The links were soon fastened about the stone. “All ready now?” asked Cap in a whisper, as he took his place at the lever. “Let her go,” answered Pete. Cap and his two brothers bore down on the handle. Something began to give. Suddenly there was a hoarsely whispered appeal. “Oh! For cats’ sake! You’ve got my foot caught in the chains! You’re lifting me with the rock!” It was the unfortunate Whistle-Breeches who had been stationed near the meteor to steady it when it was raised from its ancient bed. “Hurry up, get loose!” commanded Cap, and he and the others raised the pole until the chains were slackened sufficiently for Donald to get his foot out. “All right, go ahead!” he called. There was a creaking of wood and metal. The big lever came slowly down. More slowly Whistle-Breeches saw the meteor being raised. At last it was free from the ground, and was slung, in the chains, between the two big wheels. “All right!” he whispered. “She’s free!” “Come on then,” ordered Cap, and they started across the campus, pulling after them the Senior stone, which from the time when the mind of man ran not to the contrary, had reposed in a place of honor. Now it was moved.