"Do you suppose we can let her in all right? What if we can"t get the door open?" Arden asked nervously.
"I"ll think that possibility out while I"m on watch. You go to sleep as quickly as you can. Don"t worry so much, Arden. You"ll be gray by morning!"
"I"ll be exhausted by morning, anyhow. However, toodle-oo--sailor, beware, and all that sort of thing! I"m going to try to get some rest."
There was not a sound in the room for at least five minutes when Terry suddenly flung a tennis ball with a thudding crash at a marauding mouse.
The ball, one of a supply of such ammunition kept in readiness for just this contingency, bounced a few times and rolled under a bed as the mouse, with a protesting squeak, darted back into a hole beneath the baseboard.
The college had settled for the night. The appearance of the mouse was one proof of this.
Terry tried not to be too comfortable and kept shifting her position on the window seat. It was getting cold, so she pulled a blanket off her bed and wrapped it around her. The next thing she remembered someone was shaking her to wakefulness. It was Arden.
"Fine sailor you are! You were sound asleep! Sim might be trying to get in. You get in bed, Terry. I"ll watch."
"No," sleepily.
"Yes," firmly.
"Oh--all right, Captain. Let"s see how you make out. Anyhow, she can"t be here yet--it"s too early."
Terry rolled herself into the bed, and Arden took her place on the uncomfortable window seat. After a few minutes there she leaned forward and pressed the side of her face to the cold, dark gla.s.s in order to look as far as possible to the east, the direction from which the traveling car would come. But the highway beyond the college grounds showed no blinking lights, so Arden drew her knees up to her chin under her robe and stared moodily out into the night.
What was going to come of all this, she wondered?
What might happen if Sim were caught was too disheartening to think of, so Arden tried to piece together the events of the afternoon in a brave effort to keep awake.
The whole affair had so many missing links, though. It was just Sim"s usual good luck that she was not missed by Mrs. Malvern when the girls returned to school.
"Oh, dear!" sighed Arden at the thought of how she and Terry would have been put to it to explain. But they had not been obliged to do any explaining--so far.
The mouse, grown bolder in the silent darkness, was conducting a rustling, rattling search among some papers on a desk for tasty crumbs.
Arden got up quietly and reached for another tennis ball. As she stood up she looked once more toward the highway and waited in strained tenseness.
Yes, she was sure of it. Far down the road a light bounced about as a speeding car neared the college.
"Terry! Terry!" Arden whispered. "I think they"re coming! Wake up!"
Terry was up in an instant and glided over to the window.
"It"s a car, sure enough. But we"d better make certain before we start down. Keep watch while I fasten the belt of my robe."
"I will," whispered Arden.
"Is it stopping at the far gate?"
"No, it"s going on. Oh, no, it isn"t, either. It hasn"t pa.s.sed the gate.
It must be Sim! We"ll give her a few seconds to get out and walk up the drive. I hope she knows enough to stay on the gra.s.s and not on that crunchy gravel."
"Trust Sim for that," murmured Terry. "Now I"m ready. But give Sim time to get to the door. We don"t want to wait down in the dark lower hall any longer than we have to."
"No. Come on! And don"t use your flashlight unless you have to."
Cautiously Arden opened the door and, followed by Terry, stepped out into the dark corridor which seemed to stretch for miles and miles the length of the building, disappearing into blackness at the end. At the top of the first flight of stairs leading down from the floor of the 513 room was a small light bulb doing its little best to dispel the gloom.
Holding hands, Arden and Terry tiptoed down the first flight. Arden"s free hand slid noiselessly along the polished banister rail. Now and then the stairs creaked and snapped with what seemed to be the noise of a gun.
They stopped to rest at the first landing, not so much from physical weariness as from the nervous strain. On the first and several other landings was a large window facing the distant orchard. The orchard was now only a black blur but Arden and Terry thought they could see the gnarled trees beneath which they, with Sim, had been so frightened on the occasion of the hazing.
"I wouldn"t go down there now for anything!" whispered Terry.
"Down where? Do you mean to let Sim in?"
"No, I mean that awful orchard. What do you suppose is in there, Arden?"
"I wish I knew. No, I don"t. Let"s don"t talk about it now."
"The subject isn"t very heartening in the present circ.u.mstances," agreed Terry in queer little gulps.
They tiptoed down to the next floor. Every now and then they halted, trembling, waiting for some door to open and lead to their discovery. But the other students must, indeed have been sleeping the sleep of the just, for Arden and Terry eventually reached the lower entrance hall without mishap.
The ground gla.s.s of the heavy front doors showed a little lighter than the surrounding wooden frames. Arden was there, fumbling with the old-fashioned key. Terry was watching apprehensively.
Suddenly two dark figures were outlined on the gla.s.s of the door. One was that of Sim!
"I"ll have it open in a moment, Sim!" Arden panted, working desperately with the key. "It"s turning now!"
"And none too soon!" whispered Terry. "Oh, I"m so frightened!"
The lock clicked. Arden turned the k.n.o.b and pulled the heavy door inward, just far enough to admit Sim, who slithered in with the speed of a wind-blown leaf. Thrusting her gloved hand out through the opening crack she had slid through, while Arden braced herself to prevent the portal from swinging too far back, Sim waved to someone unseen and hoa.r.s.ely whispered:
"Good-night, Mr. Newman! I"m all right now. Thank you a thousand times!
I"ll write to Mrs. Newman. Good-bye!"
With all Arden"s care she could not hold the heavy door firmly enough to prevent a deep though not loud banging sound as it closed.
"Arden!" gasped Terry.
"I couldn"t help it. Quick! Help me turn this key back. It"s so stiff!"
Terry gave her aid. Then the two turned to the midnight entrant in the dark precincts of Cedar Ridge.
"Sim!" whispered Arden, flinging her arms about her chum.
"Oh, Arden!" returned the wanderer.
"Come on, you two!" Terry interrupted. "We"re not safe yet. Take off your shoes, Sim, you bad girl!"
Sim bent down to comply with this cautionary advice, but suddenly stood crouched, frozen with dismay. That noise could be from only one cause.