"Mr. Haskers is trying some new gymnastic exercises," came from a student in the rear of the crowd.
"Maybe he has got a fit," suggested another. "He didn't look well at supper time."
The racket in the room continued, and now Doctor Clay, arrayed in a dressing-gown and slippers, came upon the scene, followed by Pop Swingly, the janitor.
"Has Mr. Haskers caught a burglar?" asked the janitor.
"That's it!" shouted Phil, with a wink at his friends. "Look out, Swingly, that you don't get shot!"
"Shot?" gasped the janitor, who was far from being a brave man. "I don't want to get shot, not me!" and he edged behind some of the boys.
Doctor Clay hurried to the door of the room, only to find it locked from the inside.
"Mr. Haskers, what is the trouble?" he demanded.
Another bang and a thump was the only reply, accompanied by several yells. Then, of a sudden, came a crash of glass and an exclamation of wonder.
"Something has gone through the window, as sure as you are born!" whispered Dave to Roger.
"Oh, Dave, you don't suppose it was Haskers? If he fell to the ground, he'd be killed!"
