answered the monitor, with a grin. "What gave you the toothache?"
"I think some candy will give it to me," said Roger. "Here, have some, will you?" and he passed over a bag of chocolates.
"Thanks, Morr." Murphy smacked his lips. "Got anything to wash this down with?"
"There'll be a bottle of root beer in the corner of the hall to-night when lights go out."
"Good enough." The monitor paused. "But, mind you, not too much noise, or I won't stand for it."
"We'll be as quiet as mice in a lion's cage," assented the senator's son.
"I'll wager it was you got Job Haskers to leave to-night?"
"Oh, he went away because he got a message to do so."
"Sure, and who sent the message?" and Murphy closed one eye suggestively.
"The party who wrote it, I reckon," answered Roger, coolly. "But that isn't our affair, is it?"
"Not at all—not at all," said the monitor. "A bottle of root beer in the corner of the hall. All right, and what shall I do with the empty bottle?"
"Leave it in the corner and we'll take care of it later. Now stuff your ears and be good!" added Roger, and with this remark he hurried off to join his chums once more.
