know where you have been?" cried Job Haskers, sourly, as he came up, puffing from his unusual exertions.
"We are sorry, Mr. Haskers, but we were out rowing, and we were detained at Bush Island," explained Dave.
"Did you have permission to stay away during the supper hour?"
"No, sir. We didn't intend to do so. We were"
"Humph! that is no excuse, young man, no excuse whatever! You know the rule. Go to your rooms at once—and stay there until to-morrow morning." And Job Haskers glared coldly at the three students. He seemed always to take special delight in catching a student at some infringement of the rules, and in meting out punishment.
"We haven't had any supper yet," said Roger.
"That is not my fault, Morr. The dining-room is now about to close, and you cannot go in. It will be a lesson to you to be on hand promptly in the future."
"We have got to have something to eat!" declared Phil, stubbornly.
"Ha! don't you dare to talk back to me, Lawrence! If you do it again, I'll give you some extra lessons to learn."
