“Hush! Not so loud!” cautioned Jack.
“Well, then, a silent toast to our host, Tom Fairfield!” went on Frank.
“Tiger!” whispered Jack, waving his Frankfurter fork in the air.
“Thanks, one and all,” replied Tom, bowing. “I will——”
“Hark!” suddenly cautioned Jack.
The boys were silent on the instant.
“I hear footsteps,” whispered Bert.
There was no doubt but that some one was out in the corridor, but as silence replaced the rather noiseless celebration of the feast, the footsteps could be heard retreating.
“A spy sent to make a report,” was Tom’s opinion. “Well, we can’t be any worse off than we are. Keep things going, fellows,” and the spread proceeded.
Meanwhile a curious scene was being enacted in the study of Doctor Meredith. All the members of the faculty were present, and were being addressed by Professor Skeel.