“I’m going to save Bruce; that’s what I’m going to do.”
“How?”
“I don’t just know yet, but I’ll find a way.”
There was subdued excitement the next morning when the Freshmen filed down to breakfast, and the talk was of nothing but the uprising of the night before. Sam Heller was practically ignored, but he did not seem to mind.
“Are we to get bread and water this morning, Blackie?” asked Tom, of the monitor, at the same time playfully poking him in the ribs.
“No, sir, the usual meal.”
“And are we still locked in?” demanded Jack.
“No, sir, you can go wherever you like. Chapel I should imagine, first.”
“Oh, of course,” agreed Tom. “I want my eggs soft boiled,” he added most prosaically.