But the students had had ample time in which to get to bed, and every one was under covers and apparently sleeping soundly. To make sure they were not shamming, the teacher came in and gazed at one after another closely. Then, with a face that was a study, he left the dormitory again and walked slowly to his own room.
"Is he gone?" asked a voice in the dormitory, after a full minute of silence.
"Yes, Phil," answered Dave. "But don't make any noise—he may come back."
"Say, that was the richest joke yet!" chuckled Ben.
"How he must have looked, sliding down that rope in his pajamas!" exclaimed Sam.
"If I dared, I'd really send in a theme to-morrow on 'Earthquakes,'" piped up Polly Vane.
"Do it, Polly; I dare you!" cried Macklin.
"I will—if you'll let me sign your name to it," answered the girlish student, but at this Chip shook his head vigorously.
"I'll bet old Haskers is as mad as a hornet," was Phil's comment. "Well, it served him right, for the way he treated us," he added.
"I guess we needn't go to the doctor to-morrow with any complaint," said the senator's son. "We have squared up."