“It’s them Oak Hall boys!” cried one old farmer. “My, but they do have high times!”
“So they do,” returned his wife. “But they are good boys,” she added, for some of them had once aided her in capturing a runaway bull.
With a grand flourish the carryall swept around 140 the last corner and came to a halt in front of the hotel. Phil had hoped to see some extra lights lit and was somewhat disappointed to see only the regular lantern burning.
“I told him to light up freely and he said he would,” he whispered to Dave.
“Maybe he thought you meant the dining-room, Phil.”
The students piled out of the carryall and waited for Phil, as host, to lead the way into the hotel. All marched up the steps and into the broad hallway. There they were confronted by the hotel proprietor, who came to meet them in his shirtsleeves. He looked completely bewildered.
“Well, we are here for that supper, Mr. Sparr!” cried Phil. “I hope you are all ready for us!”
The hotel man looked at the boys in amazement. His jaw dropped. Then he gasped out the words:
“Well, I’ll be jiggered!”