"Doctor Clay has nothing to do with this affair! I am in charge here for the present."
"Do you mean to say that I can't see the doctor?"
"Doctor Clay is away on business. You may see him in the morning if you wish."
"I don't think he'd send us to bed supperless."
"It is your own fault. You boys have got to learn to obey the rules of this institution. Perhaps it will be a lesson well learned."
"I think it's an outrage!" muttered Phil.
"What is that, Lawrence?" cried the teacher, harshly. But Phil did not repeat his statement.
There seemed to be no help for it, and slowly the three students passed up the stairs and entered their dormitory. Job Haskers watched them out of sight, and then stalked away, his face as grim and hard as ever.
"Well, doesn't this beat the nation!" groaned Roger, as he plumped down on one of the beds.
"Evidently old Haskers hasn't forgotten what happened last term," was Phil's comment. "He is going to make it just as hard as he can for us."
"I'm as hungry as can be. I didn't have much dinner. Dave, are you going to stand for this?"
"What do you mean, Roger—staying in the room until to-morrow?"
"That and going without supper."
"I don't care so much about staying in the
