"What smells so queer? Have you been smoking?"
"No, but I came home in a trolley and there were some fellows in it hitting the pipe."
"Oh, I thought it couldn't be you," for neither Tom nor his chums used the weed.
Jack turned over, and was soon breathing heavily, and Tom, too, was not long in getting to sleep.
It was Bert who awakened them some hours later.
"Hello fellows!" he called. "There's a fire somewhere. I can see the reflection of it on the windows."
They all jumped up, and Jack, going to the casement, exclaimed:
"It isn't here. None of the school buildings are ablaze."
"No, it's over that hill," said Bert. "I have it!" he cried. "Some of Farmer Appleby's hay ricks are on fire, or maybe a barn. Come on fellows, let's help put 'em out!"
"Oh, what's the use?" asked Tom. "It serves him right. He gouged us enough to pay for a ton of hay anyhow. Let it burn!"