"He says he visited the rooms and found everything all right and the fellows in bed. I can't understand it."
"They must have got wind of the old man's coming. More than likely they had a guard out,—and Murphy must have been standing in with them."
"Job Haskers was sent off on a wild-goose chase. He didn't mention the particulars, but I fancy that message he got was a bogus one."
"We must get square on them for the way they treated you, Chip."
"I'd like to do it," answered the sneak, brightening. "What would you do, if you were me?" he added.
"I don't know. Tell you what we might do; steal all their school books. They'd be sure to miss some lessons, and as they are such a studious lot, that would worry them a good bit."
"That's good enough, but I want to do more. It was no small thing to lock a fellow in the cellar in the dark, and remember, I wasn't more than half dressed at that."
"We might rough-house their dormitories," suggested Gus Plum. "That would rile 'em up, I know, especially if we did it on Saturday, just before inspection."
"Now, you're talking!" cried Macklin. "Will you help me do it?"
