I suppose where the rest of the Seniors were and he I suppose proclaiming his innocence by asking them what was going on. Suddenly Day gave a snort. Immediately several of the fellows looked towards our hiding place.  In a moment Bud, with three or four of them started walking towards us.
     “Pinkerton’s on to his job all right” cried Day.
     We now made no secret of our presence, but broke out into hearty laughter, taking care, however to say nothing aloud, for we didn’t want them to know who we were yet. Suddenly Bud called up to us:
     “Say is Fred Burchfield up there?”