Just as they were entering the house where Page had his room, Prof. Babbitt came out. They had seen Instructor Frost go out and turn in another direction a moment before.
The students touched their hats to the professor, wished him good-morning, and passed in.
Prof. Babbitt grumbled a surly reply, and turned away toward the college.
Page wondered as he went upstairs whether Frank had kicked down the secret door to the chimney.
"It would be just like him," he thought. "Confound him! I wouldn't much blame him if he did!"
The minute he came into the room he glanced at the chimney.
"It's all right," he said to himself, and he felt a little triumphant. "It isn't often a fellow can catch Merriwell, and although it's a small kind of a trick, it will be something to speak of hereafter."
"Well, this is a snug sort of place," remarked Ford, looking around the room. "The ceiling is a little low, but the window seats are broad and you've got soft cushions. I don't see anything the matter with this; where's your bedroom?"
"Over there," responded Page, pointing to a door. "What do you think of this?" and he pointed to the chimney.
"It takes up some room," was Ford's comment; "but you've got plenty of that to spare."