In a twinkle Dick ran around the stable corner. "Quick, Peleg,
here is the horse, all unhooked. Put him in his stall. The
cutter is back there, out of sight," and as the hired man took
possession of the animal, the youth ran off, to join his brother
at the entrance to Putnam Hall.
"The door is locked!" groaned Tom.
"Something is wrong."
Without replying, Dick ran around to a spot under the dormitory
window. Making a soft snowball, he threw it against the glass,
and followed this by several others. Presently the window was
thrown up, and Sam, Fred, and Larry showed their heads.
"Say, you fellows, help us up!" cried Dick softly. "There is a
wash line in the closet -- the one my Aunt Martha insisted on
tying around my trunk when we came here last summer."
There was a scramble in the room, and presently the end of the
line was thrown out. It was new and strong, and quite capable of
supporting either of the lads' weight.
"You go first, Tom but be quick!" said Dick softly, and his
brother caught hold and went up with ease, bracing one foot after
another against the rough stonework and projecting bricks. Then
the rope came down a second time and Dick ascended.
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