"Plum and Poole!" exclaimed Dave. "Are they at that back door?"
"Yes, and when we came up, they jeered us," said Phil. "Oh, but wasn"t I mad! They said if we tried to force our way in, they"d ring up the doctor, or Mr. Dale."
"Does our crowd know about this?"
"I don"t think they do."
"Plum and Poole intend to keep us out all night, eh?"
"It looks that way. They said we could ask Haskers to let us in when he came."
"I am not going to Haskers," said Dave, firmly. "Sam, you look after this ram for a few minutes. I"ll make them let us in, and not give us away, either. Phil, you come along."
"But I don"t see how you are going to do it," expostulated the big boy.
"Never mind; just come on, that"s all. Plum isn"t going to have a walk-over to-night."
Somewhat mystified, Phil accompanied Dave across the campus and to the rear door of the Hall. Here the barrier was open only a few inches, with Plum peering out, and Poole behind him. The face of the bully wore a look of triumph.
"How do you like staying out?" he whispered, hoa.r.s.ely. "Fine night for a ramble, eh? You can tell old Haskers what a fine walk you have had!
He"ll be sure to reward you handsomely!"
"See here, Plum, I am not going to waste words with you to-night," said Dave, in a low, but intense, tone. "You let us in, and at once, or you"ll regret it."
"Will I?"
"You will. And what is more: don"t you dare to say a word to anybody about what is happening now."
"Oh, dear, but you can talk big! Maybe you want me to get down on my knees as you pa.s.s in," added the bully, mockingly.
"If you don"t let us in, do you know what I shall do?" continued Dave, in a whisper. "I shall go to Doctor Clay and tell him that you are in the habit of going out after midnight to row on the river."
If Dave had expected this statement to have an effect upon the bully, his antic.i.p.ations were more than realized. Gus Plum uttered a cry of dismay and fell back on Nat Poole"s shoulder. His face lost its color, and he shook from head to foot.
"Yo-you----" he began. "Wha-what do you know about my--my rowing on the river?"
"I know a good deal."
"Yo-you"ve been--following--me?" For once the bully could scarcely speak.
"I shan"t say any more," said Dave, giving his chum a pinch in the arm to keep quiet. "Only, are you going to let us in or not?"
"N-no--I mean, yes," stammered Gus Plum. He could scarcely collect himself, he seemed so upset. "You can come in. Poole, we"ll have to let them in this time."
"And you will keep still about this?" demanded Dave.
"Yes, yes! I won"t say a word, Porter, not a word! And--and I"ll see you to-morrow after school. I--that is--I want to talk to you. Until then, mum"s the word on both sides." And then, to the astonishment of both Dave and Phil, Gus Plum hurried away, dragging Nat Poole with him.
CHAPTER VI
THE FUN OF A NIGHT
"My gracious, Plum acts as if he was scared to death," observed Phil, after the bully and his companion had departed, leaving the others a clear field.
"He certainly was worked up," returned Dave. "I wonder what he"ll have to say to-morrow?"
There was no answering that question, and the two boys hurried to where they had left Sam without attempting to reach a conclusion. They found their chum watching out anxiously.
"Well?" came from his lips as soon as he saw them.
"It"s all right," answered Dave, and told as much as he deemed necessary. "Come, we must hurry, or Job Haskers will get back before we can fix things."
"This ram is going to be something to handle," observed Phil. "No "meek as a lamb" about him."
"I"ll show you how to do the trick," answered the boy from the country, and with a dexterous turn of the horns, threw the ram over on one side.
"Now sit on him, until I tie his legs with the straps."
In a few minutes Dave had the animal secured, and the blanket was placed over the ram"s head, that he might not make too much noise. Then they hoisted their burden up between them and started toward the Hall.
It was no easy matter to get the ram upstairs and into Job Haskers"
room. On the upper landing they were met by Roger and Buster Beggs, who declared the coast clear. Once in the room of the a.s.sistant teacher, they cleared out the bottom of the closet and then, releasing the animal from his bonds, thrust him inside and shut and locked the door, leaving the key in the lock.
"Now, skip!" cried Dave, in a low voice. "He may cut up high-jinks in another minute."
"Here is an apple he can have--that will keep him quiet for awhile,"
said Roger, and put it in the closet, locking the door as before. The ram was hungry, and began to munch the fruit with satisfaction.
A few minutes more found the boys safe in their dormitory, where they waited impatiently for the second a.s.sistant teacher to get back to Oak Hall. At last they heard him unlock the front door and come up the broad stairs. Then they heard his room door open and shut.
"Now for the main act in the drama," whispered Roger. "Come on, but don"t dare to make any noise."
All of the boys, including little Macklin and Polly Vane, were soon outside of dormitories Nos. 11 and 12--the two rooms the "crowd"
occupied. They went forth on tiptoe, scarcely daring to breathe.
Arriving at Job Haskers" door, they listened and heard the teacher preparing to go to bed. One shoe after another dropped to the floor, and then came a creaking of the bed, which told that he had lain down.
"That ram isn"t going to do anything," began Sam, in disgust, when there came a bang on the closet door that caused everybody to jump.
"Wha-what"s that?" cried Job Haskers, sitting up in bed. He fancied somebody had knocked on the door to the hall.
Another bang resounded on the closet door. The ram had finished the apple, and wanted his freedom. The teacher leaped to the middle of the bedroom floor.
"Who is in there?" he demanded, walking toward the closet. "Who is there, I say?"