"I'd give as much as a dollar for a couple of good sandwiches," said the shipowner's son, dismally. "Seems to me, I'm hollow clear down to my heels!"
"Wait, I've got an idea!" returned Dave.
He felt in his pocket and brought forth several keys. Just as he did this they heard footsteps in the hallway, and Dave slipped the keys back in his pocket.
The door was flung open and Job Haskers appeared, followed by one of the dining room waiters, who carried a tray containing two glasses of milk and half a dozen slices of bread and butter.
"Here is something for you to eat," said the teacher, and directed the waiter to place the tray on a pile of books.
"Is this all we are to have?" demanded Dave.
"Yes."
"I'm hungry!" growled Phil. "That won't satisfy me."
"It will have to satisfy you, Lawrence."