“We’ve come to offer our services as escorts to the hotel,” said Ted, bowing as gracefully as possible to a second-story window. “They’re up to some trick,” whispered Edith Latta. “Anyhow, they still think we’re going to the Watson House. That’s good.” “Declined with thanks,” responded Fanny, slowly withdrawing her head and closing the window. The boys began to get out of the ’bus, and very deliberately surrounded the house. “I do believe they’re going to try to break in,” cried one of the younger girls. “Call up the police.” Fanny considered for a moment, but the sounds below dispelled her doubt. Going to the ’phone, she called up the city marshal. His laugh could be heard through the ’phone. “All right,” he shouted; “I’ll be up with force big enough to quell all disturbances.” In a few moments the officials appeared, followed by three Juniors. Fanny let them in and bolted the door behind them. “What shall we do, Mr. Appleton?” said the girls, surrounding the marshal. “Do! Jump into the ’buses and we’ll see that the drivers carry you all to wherever you want to go. And at their expense, too,” he said, chuckling at the thought. “Here, you boys,” to the Juniors, “no time for coats.” The girls put on their wraps. The marshal threw the doors open and shouted, “The girls accept your offer. Clear the way!” The girls followed the marshal into the ’buses. The Sophomores surrounded them and attempted to climb over the wheels. But the policemen, by some well-directed rib-poking with their clubs, were enabled to free the ’bus. The three Juniors mounted to the drivers’ seats, and then, leaving a crowd of chagrined and disgusted Sophomores on the sidewalk, the ’buses rattled down the street. At the hotel the Freshmen boys greeted the new arrivals from the steps and escorted them to the parlors. “How in the world did you boys get over here?” asked Edith. “Sneaked,” responded Addison Meyers, briefly. “Three or four of the boys are putting themselves a good deal in evidence over at the Watson House, just to keep up appearances. They’ll come later.” Then the party proceeded to take sole possession of the second floor of the hotel. There was a cozy little dining-room on that floor, just large enough for their use. Their rather sudden descent upon his establishment had evidently taken the landlord by surprise, and, red of face and short of breath, he was now doing his best to catch up. “I’m actually faint,” declared Belle Shephard, twenty minutes later. “I hope the spread ’ll be ready on time. This terrible excitement makes me hungry.” Kauffman responded gallantly. “What, ho, landlord!” he said, rapping vigorously on the door of the dining-room. Immediately a shuffling step was heard within, and the door was opened but a few inches. “Mein Herr, these ladies are ravenous. They demand planked white fish or your life. How soon--”