"And I've got a problem in geometry that is bothering me," said Dave, smoothly.
"I have no time for lessons now," answered the teacher, harshly. "I have other duties to perform. If you will attend to the explanations given in the classrooms you will need no extra aid," and thus delivering himself, Job Haskers backed out of the dormitory as speedily as he had entered it.
"Stung that time!" murmured Ben, as he closed the door once more. "I'll wager an apple against a peanut that he thought he would catch Dave, Roger, and Phil eating on the sly."
"Or off the table," added Sam, and then Ben shied a book at his head.
For over an hour the lads in the dormitory turned their attention to their lessons. During that time some other occupants of Nos. 11 and 12 came in, and all were informed of the spread to be given at midnight. To make things more lively, some boys from No. 10 were also asked to participate.
"Of course you are going to ask Nat Poole and Guy Frapley," said Roger, with a grin.
"Not on your collar-button!" replied Sam. "They can furnish their own spreads—they and the whole crowd with 'em."
"We want to look out that they don't get wise to what we are doing," said Plum. "It would be just like Nat to give us away, if he knew."
