Phil and Roger had gotten out of the Hall by a back way, leaving the door unlocked behind them. The three boys, as a consequence, entered easily, and then Dave took the chance of being discovered by going down to the kitchen for something to eat. In the pantry he found a pumpkin pie, some cold beans, and some milk, and on these made a hearty repast. Then he went to bed and slept soundly until the bell awoke him at seven o'clock.
He felt that he should be reprimanded and he was not mistaken. Job Haskers strode up to him as soon as he went below.
"Master Porter, where were you last evening?" he demanded, in harsh tones.
"I lost my watch, Mr. Haskers, and went to look for it. Then something very unusual happened, which I am going to report to Dr. Clay."
"Something unusual, eh?" said the assistant teacher, curiously.
"Yes, sir. But I prefer to report to Dr. Clay."
"Hum! Very well—I will talk to the doctor myself later. We cannot permit pupils of this institution to come and go at will." And with an air of great importance Job Haskers passed on.
As soon as breakfast was over Dave went to Dr. Clay's private study. The worthy owner of Oak Hall was at his desk, looking over some letters which had just come in. He gazed at Dave in mild curiosity.
"Dr. Clay, may I speak to you for a few minutes?" asked the youth.