Three hours afterwards the three little freshmen walked zig-zaggedly, arm in arm, up the long hill toward the University Campus.
Shorts had a shaky grasp of one arm of Dillon, and Spuddy the other. On through the cold night they dragged him, until they reached the broad white carriage way that led to the fraternity house. Here Swipes stumbled, loosening himself from the grasp of his companions.
"Well, ju--just look at him," growled Spuddy in a disgusted tone; "he ought to freeze stiff. Look how his le--legs wab--wabble! They lo--look like four--four--"
"Shut up, Spud," cried Shorts. "He's only got--got two legs. What the mat--matter with you?... You're as drunk as he is. Don't let him drop on those stones!"
"I ain't drunk," retorted Preston. "What's the mat--matter with you, yourself? I bet I can ge--get into--that--that fraternity without any of the fe--fellows seeing me!"
"I don't believe you will," returned Shorts in a more sober manner. "Look there, Spud, the whole house is alight. I say--Swipes--Swipes, it's after midnight, and the fraternity is all lighted up."
"I--I--I don't care if it is," grunted Swipes in a low, thick voice. "I--I want to go to bed. Tha--that's what I want to do."
He sank into a stupor again but the boys dragged him to his feet.
"Do you want Jordan and Graves to see you like this, Swipes?" demanded Shorts stopping in the center of the carriage drive. "If you don't--you take a mighty quick sneak up the back stairs, and--"
The sentence was never finished for the door opened and Dan Jordan's big form loomed up before their dazed eyes.
"Is that you, Shorts?" called Dan.
"Yes."
"Where have you been for the last three hours?"
"Down there," mumbled Shorts in a smothered tone, desiring to hide their plight if possible.
"For the love of all that's good, Shorts," groaned Spuddy, "let me get into the house and change my clothes.... There goes Swipes again in the snow. Get up, fool, here's the 'Captain.'"
"To--to the devil with the 'Captain,'" muttered Swipes.
But Dan's next sentence completely awoke the senses of all save Swipes. He only grasped it dimly through the cobwebs of his drunken brain.
"Where's Graves?" demanded Jordan, coming to the top step.
The silence that followed was as grim as the falling snow. Spuddy and Shorts were dragging the limp Swipes up the long steps.