w you better," replied Muriel with an attempt at pompous dignity
which ended in a hearty laugh. Setting her high hat on the back of her
head she thrust her hands in her pockets and beamed on her friends.

"You look for all the world like a debonair young man," Marjorie said
admiringly.

"Thank you. Sorry about my hat. To take it off spoils the masculine
effect. My hair is rolled under to look short. My hat keeps it in place.
But never mind about me. Where have you girls been? I knew what your
costumes were to be, so I watched for you from the minute I got here.
Confess; you wore dominos over them so that I wouldn't know you. A
number of girls did that on purpose to throw their friends off the
track."

"Wrong guess, Muriel. We weren't here at all until about two minutes
before the unmasking." Jerry tried to speak carelessly, but could not
keep an excited note out of her voice.

"You _weren't_? Honestly?" Muriel showed bewildered surprise. "You
weren't in dominos? Then where were you? Something's happened. I can
read that in your faces." She glanced almost challengingly about the
half circle.

"Something happened, all right enough," replied Jerry with grim
emphasis. "Marjorie has been through a real adventure tonight. She's
been hazed by the Sans and rescued by the Lookouts and a few more good
scouts."

CHAPTER XXIV.

AFTER THE FRAY.

Closeted in one of the small rooms off the gymnasium, rescuers and
rescued told their separate tales of what had happened that evening.
Muriel was the only other girl at the private session they held. She
heartily mourned the fact that she had not been with her chums. Even the
glories of parading about in masculine attire faded beside the evening's
adventure.

"What are you going to do about it, Beauty?" Leila asked almost sharply,
when the affair had been thoroughly gone over from both standpoints.
Dressed as Finestra, a Celtic witch woman, Leila made a striking figure
in her white and green robes as she sat on the low wall bench, hands
loosely clasped over one knee, her vivid features alive with
disapproval.

"I don't know. Nothing, I guess." Marjorie smiled into Leila's moody
face. "It will scare them worse just to leave them in doubt as to
whether or not they will be called to account. I can't prove that those
dominos were the Sans, for I didn't see their faces. Of course, if I
accused them of hazing me, in making a report to President Matthews,
they would probably