"There are no cots in that room for them to rest on."
"Then let them rest on the floor! The young rascals deserve it."
"Perhaps I'd better talk it over with the boys and see what they have to say, Mr. Haskers," went on the doctor, in a mild tone. "I do not believe in being too harsh with the students. Perhaps they only snowballed you as a bit of sport."
"Doctor Clay, do you uphold them in such an action?" demanded the irascible instructor.
"By no means, Mr. Haskers, but—boys will be boys, you know, and we mustn't be too hard on them if they occasionally go too far."
"Porter broke that statue,—and defied me!"
"If he broke the statue, he'll have to pay for it,—and if he defied you in the exercise of your proper authority, he shall be punished. But I want to hear what they have to say. We'll go to the book-room at once, release them, and take them to my office."
"It won't be necessary to go to the book-room, Doctor Clay," called out Dave from the upper landing.
"Why—er—is that you, Porter!"
"How did you get out?" cried Job Haskers, in consternation. "Didn't I lock that door?"
"You did, but Phil Lawrence and I got out, nevertheless," answered Dave.
