"Going to lock us in, I guess," whispered Phil.
"Well, he can do it if he wants to, but he shan't whip me," answered Dave, in an equally low tone.
"Now, you can stay here for the present," growled Job Haskers, as he held open the door. "And don't you dare to make any noise either."
"What about supper?" asked Dave, for he was hungry.
"You shall have something to eat when the proper time comes."
The boys walked into the room, and Job Haskers immediately closed the door and locked it, placing the key in his pocket. Then the lads heard him walk away, and all became silent, for the bookroom was located between two classrooms which were not in use on Saturdays and Sundays.
"Well, what do you make of this?" asked the shipowner's son, after an awkward pause.
"Nothing—what is there to make, Phil? Here we are, and likely to stay for a while."
"Are you going to pay for that broken statue?"
"Was it my fault it was broken?"
"No—he ran you into the stand."
"Then I don't see why I ought to pay."
"He may claim you had no right to fight him off."
"He had no right to attack me with the whip. I don't think Doctor Clay will stand for that."
