“Yes, but––” And then the shipowner’s son 73 did not finish, because he did not know what to say. In some manner, Phil’s conscience troubled him, and he wondered what Dave and Roger would say when they heard of what had occurred.
During the meal that followed but little was said by any of the boys. Once or twice our hero looked at Phil, but the latter avoided his gaze. As soon as the repast was over, Phil rushed outside, followed by Ben; and that was the last seen of the pair until it was time to go to bed.
“They have been up to something, that is certain,” was the comment of the senator’s son.
“Well, we can only wait and see what turns up,” answered Dave, thoughtfully. “I don’t think I care to ask them.”
In the morning, when Dave got up he looked over to where Phil was in the habit of sleeping. The bed was empty, and the shipowner’s son was gone.
“Dressed half an hour ago,” said another of the dormitory inmates.
“Went off again with Ben, I’ll wager,” murmured Roger. Ben was in another room, across the hallway, that term.
Dave and Roger had been hard at work the evening before, doing their best to make up the lessons they had missed while away from the school. They doubted if Phil and Ben had studied at all. With considerable curiosity they awaited 74 the opening of the morning classes, to see what might happen. They felt that something was “in the air.”
Just before the last bell rang Phil and Ben appeared, their faces wreathed in smiles.
“It’s all right, fellows!” cried the shipowner’s son, merrily. “It’s all right!”