"Why?"
"Because they are plotting mischief. I heard them talking in the gym. I don"t know what it is about, but they are surely up to something."
"I"ll remember, Chip, and much obliged," answered Dave, and then he turned to the other boys, leaving the small youth to finish his examples.
"h.e.l.lo, where have you been?" came from stout and lazy Buster Beggs. He was sprawled out on the end of a couch. "I noticed you didn"t get to supper till late, and went right off, directly you had finished."
"Had a special session with Haskers," answered Dave. "He wants me to improve my handwriting."
There was a smile at this, for all the boys knew what it meant.
"Oh, that fellow is a big peach, he is!" came from Sam Day, who sat in one of the windows. "Yesterday, he made me stay in just because I asked Tolliver for a lead pencil."
"He was mad because Polly Vane caught him in an error in grammar," added another youth. "Didn"t you, Polly?" he added, addressing a rather girlish-looking boy who sat near Chip Macklin.
"I did," was the soft answer. "It was rather a complicated sentence, but perfectly clear to me," explained the boy.
"I don"t wonder, for Polly fairly lives on grammar and language," put in Phil. "I don"t believe anybody could trip him up," and this compliment made Bertram Vane blush like a girl. He was in reality one of the best scholars in the academy.
"Which puts me in mind of a story," came from one of the cots. "An----"
"h.e.l.lo, are you awake, Shadow?" cried Sam Day. "I thought you were snoozing."
"So I was, but I am slept out, and feel better now. As I was saying, an old farmer and a college professor went out rowing together. Says the college professor, "Can you do sums in algebra?" "No," answers the farmer. "Then you have missed a great opportunity," says the professor.
Just then the boat struck a rock and went over. "Save me!" yells the professor. "Can"t you swim?" asked the farmer. "No." "Then you have lost the chance of your life!" says the farmer, and strikes out and leaves the professor to take care of himself."
"Two hundredth time!" came in a solemn voice from the doorway to the next room.
"Wha--what do you mean? I never told any story two hundred times," cried Shadow Hamilton. "And that puts me in mind----"
"Shadow, if you tell another as bad as that, I"ll heave you out of the window," came from Sam Day. "That has moss on it three inches th----"
"Oh, I know you, Lazy; you"re jealous, that"s all. You couldn"t tell a story if you stood on your head."
"Can you, Shadow?" and then a general laugh went up, in the midst of which the door opened, and Job Haskers entered. On catching sight of the unpopular teacher, Sam Day lost no time in sliding from the window-sill to a chair.
"Boys, we cannot permit so much noise up here!" cried Job Haskers. "And that constant strumming on a banjo must be stopped. Master Day, were you sitting in the window?"
"I--er--I think I was," stammered Sam.
"You are aware that is against the rules. If you fell out, the Hall management would be held responsible. After school to-morrow you can write the words, "Window-sill," two hundred times. Hamilton, get up, and straighten out that cot properly. I am ashamed of you." And then the hated teacher pa.s.sed on to the next dormitory.
"I told you to get out of the window," said Macklin, as soon as they were alone. "I was caught that way myself once, and so was Gus Plum."
"Lazy is going to learn how to write a little better, too," said Dave, with a grin.
At that moment Roger came in, looking thoroughly disgusted.
"Made me write half of it over again," he explained. "Oh, it"s simply unbearable! Say, I am going to do something to get square, as sure as eggs is eggs."
"Eggs are eggs," corrected Polly Vane, sweetly.
"Oh, thanks, Polly. What about a tailor"s goose?"
"Eh?"
"If one tailor"s goose is a goose, what are half a dozen?"
"Tailor"s geese, I suppose--but, no, you"d not say that. Let me see,"
and the girlish youth dove into his books. "That"s a serious question, truly!" he murmured.
"Well, I am willing to get square, too," put in Sam Day.
"So am I," grunted Shadow Hamilton. "There was no need to call me down as he did, simply because the cot was mussed up a bit. The question is, what"s to be done?"
The boys paused and looked at each other. Then a sudden twinkle came into Dave"s clear eyes.
"If we could do it, it would be great," he murmured.
"Do what, Dave?" asked several at once.
"I don"t care to say, unless I am certain we are all going to stand together."
"We are!" came in a chorus from all but Polly Vane, who was still deep in his books.
"What about you, Polly?" called out Roger.
"Me? Why--er--if a tailor"s goose is a real goose, not a flatiron goose----"
"Oh, drop the goose business. We are talking about getting square with Haskers. Will you stand with the crowd?"
"You see, we don"t want to make gooses of ourselves," said Phil, with a wink at Polly Vane.
"I"ll stand by you," said Polly. "But please don"t ask me to do something ridiculous, as when we dumped that feather bed down from the third-story landing, and caught those visitors, instead of Pop Swingly."
"I was only thinking of Farmer Cadmore"s ram," said Dave, innocently.
"He is now tied up in a field below here. I don"t think he likes to be out over night. He"d rather be under shelter--say in Mr. Haskers" room."
"Whoop!" cried Roger. "Just the thing! We will store him away in old Haskers" closet."
This plan met with instant approval, and the boys drew straws as to which of them should endeavor to execute the rather difficult undertaking. Three were to go, and the choice fell upon Dave, Phil, and Sam Day. The others promised to remain on guard and issue a warning at the first intimation of danger.
"I think the coast will be fairly clear," said Sam Day. "I heard Haskers tell Doctor Clay he was going out to-night and would not be back until eleven, or after. That ought to give us plenty of time in which to do the trick."
The three boys could not leave the dormitory until the monitor, Jim Murphy, had made the rounds and seen to it that all was right for the night and the lights put out. Then they stole out into the hallway and down a back stairs. Soon they were out of the building and making for Farmer Cadmore"s place.
As they left the Hall they did not see that they were being watched, yet such was a fact. Nat Poole had been out on a special errand and had seen them depart. At once that student hurried to tell his friend, Gus Plum.