“On the table.”
“Is that all?”
“That’s all. Orders from Doctor Meredith.”
“Oh, I see. He’s trying to starve us into submission. I’ll not stand for that!” cried Tom. “Fellows, come on!” he added. “We’ll go to town to a restaurant!”
He moved to the front door.
“You can’t go out, Mr. Fairfield,” said the monitor firmly.
“Why not, I’d like to know.”
“Because you, and all the others, in fact all the Freshmen in this dormitory, are prisoners!”
“Prisoners!” cried a score of voices.
“That’s it,” went on Mr. Blackford. “You are to stay locked in this building, on a diet of bread and water, until you give in!”