Monitor Blackford’s face showed relief. He had been prepared to carry out the orders of the faculty with force, if necessary, but he rather hoped he would not have to do so, for he knew how lads can fight when they want to. Still he was glad they had submitted quietly. And he was not altogether on the side of the faculty, either.
“I guess it won’t be for long, young gentlemen,” he said, as he passed around the table. “I’m sure I’m very sorry to have to do it, but I’m a poor man, and my living——”
“That’s all right,” interrupted Tom good-naturedly. “We’re not blaming you. And, as you say, it won’t be for long.”
“Then you’re going to give in?” asked the monitor eagerly.
“Not much!” exclaimed Tom. “The faculty is, and we’ll make Skeel beg our pardons. Then we’ll have a roast turkey feast on Merry.”
“I’m afraid you never will,” spoke the monitor. “The professor is very determined. I expect he’ll be over before long.”
“We’ll be ready for him,” said Tom grimly.
Once they had made up their minds to accept the situation the boys made merry over the meager breakfast.
“Anyhow, we can cut all lectures!” exulted several who were not fond of study.