rule against that, but Dr. Churchill does not like it. Staying to supper in the village might mean that you would stay later, and I need hardly point out that there is a rule about being out after hours. That is all," and the little proctor walked stiffly away.
"Well, wouldn't that get your goat!" murmured Tom, when the official was beyond hearing.
"I should say so; and also frizzle your back teeth," added Sid.
"Shall we go?" asked Phil, doubtfully.
"Of course," asserted Tom. "And we'll fool Zane, too. It won't take us long to have it out with Komsky. Then we can go to one of those quick-lunch places, have a bite, and get back to college in plenty of time before locking up. We can arrange to have an expressman bring back the chair."
"Good!" exclaimed Phil. "I was afraid you'd propose that we lug it back on the car, and while I'd do a good deal to get it again, I think we'd look foolish toting it home in our arms."
"Afraid of meeting some girls, I suppose," sneered Tom.
"Say, supposing Komsky hasn't got it," suggested Sid, while Phil blushed.
"Perish the thought!" cried the pitcher. "We've got to get our chair back, and if that
