"You come with me," returned the teacher abruptly, and led the way out of the office to a small room used for the storage of schoolbooks and writing-pads. The room had nothing but a big closet and had a small window, set up high in the wall. The shelves on the walls were full of new books and on the floor were piles of volumes that had seen better days.
"Going to lock us in, I guess," whispered Phil.
"Well, he can do it if he wants to, but he shan't whip me," answered Dave, in an equally low tone.
"Now, you can stay here for the present," growled Job Haskers, as he held open the door. "And don't you dare to make any noise either."
"What about supper?" asked Dave, for he was hungry.
"You shall have something to eat when the proper time comes."
The boys walked into the room, and Job Haskers immediately closed the door and locked it, placing the key in his pocket. Then the lads heard him walk away, and all became silent, for the book-room was located between two classrooms which were not in use on Saturdays and Sundays.
"Well, what do you make of this?" asked the shipowner's son, after an awkward pause.
"Nothing—what is there to make, Phil? Here we are, and likely to stay for a while."