"Did he say when he would be back?"
"Yes—not later than eleven o'clock."
"Maybe we can have some fun with him on his return," said Dave. "I'll try to think up something."
They watched and saw Job Haskers leave the Hall dressed in his best. He drove off in a cutter belonging to Doctor Clay. But he had hardly reached the gateway of the grounds when he turned around and came back again.
"Forgotten something, I suppose," said Dave, who had been watching.
Job Haskers ran up the steps of the Hall and disappeared.
"Come, Roger, quick!" cried Dave. "We'll unhook the horse!"
The senator's son understood, and in a trice he followed Dave outside. It was rather dark, so they were unobserved. With great rapidity they unhooked the traces and unbuckled the straps around the shafts. Fortunately the horse did not move.
"Wait, we'll fix up the seat for him," said Dave, and lifting the cushion he placed some snow and ice beneath. "That will make things warm for him."
"I'll put a cake of ice in the bottom, too, for his feet," said the senator's son, with a grin, and did so, covering it partly with the lap-robe. Then the lads hurried into the school.