Dave dropped his hold and ran to the closet pointed out. True enough, on the top shelf, in a back corner, were the books, with the precious photograph between them. Dave lost no time in placing the picture in an inside pocket.
"You're a fine fellow, not to take a bit of fun without getting mad," grumbled Gus Plum. He did not dare to say too much in such a crowd.
"So you call this fun?" remarked Phil, sarcastically. "Fun! to play the scavenger and bring this stuff up here? Well, I must say, I don't like your preference for a calling."
"Look here, you needn't call us scavengers!" howled Nat Poole. "I am a gentleman, I am!"
"Well, you brought this up here, you and Plum."
"It was only a—re—a joke. Everybody has got to put up with jokes to-night."
"Well, you are going to put up with a little hard work," came from Roger.
"Work?"
"Yes. You and Plum are going to clean up the muss and put this room in apple-pie order."
"Huh! I see myself doing it!" stormed the aristocratic youth.