“Oh, forget that,” advised Tom. “He came out of it worse than I did.”
“I should say yes,” agreed Jack. “He might have broken his leg trying a trick like that.”
Tom’s chums crowded into his room, and that night there was an impromptu and surreptitious little spread, held there in violation of the school rules.
Professor Skeel got word of it through one of the monitors, and went to notify Doctor Meredith.
“Hum, some of the Freshmen eating in the room of young Fairfield, eh?” murmured the good doctor.
“Yes. In direct violation of rule twenty-one. If you come with me now, we can catch them in the act.”
“Hum. Yes! Let me see, didn’t Fairfield win the skating race today, Professor Skeel?”
“He did, certainly, but I don’t see what that has to do with it,” snapped Mr. Skeel.
“Well, perhaps it has. I—er—I think—well, on the whole, I think I won’t disturb the boys tonight, Professor Skeel.”
“What! You will suffer a rule to be broken?”