"Where is Lawrence?"
"Up in our room in bed, and I was in bed, too, but got up when the doctor came in," added Dave.
"Well, I never!" stormed Job Haskers. "You see how it is, Doctor Clay; they have even broken out of the book-room after I told them to stay there!"
"We weren't going to stay in a cold room all night with no beds to sleep on, and only bread and milk for supper," went on Dave. "I wouldn't treat my worst enemy that way."
"Did you say you were in bed when I came in?" questioned Doctor Clay.
"Yes, sir—and Phil is there now, unless he just got up."
"Here I am," came a voice from behind Dave, and the shipowner's son put in an appearance. "Do you want us to come downstairs, Doctor? If you do, I'll have to go back and put on my clothes and shoes."
"And I'll have to go back and dress, too," added Dave. Doctor Clay mused a moment.
"As you are undressed you may as well retire," he said. "I will look into this matter to-morrow morning, or Monday morning."
"Thank you, sir," said both boys.
"But, sir" commenced Job Haskers.
"It is too late to take up the case now," inter-
