"Didn't the alarm come from Plum's room?" asked one pupil.
"I think it did," answered another.
"Let us go see what is up!"
Many rushed in that direction, followed by Andrew Dale. Then came a cry of astonishment from the first assistant.
"What does this mean? A feast, I declare."
"A feast!" said Dr. Clay, who was in the rear. "I was told there was a feast going on in Dormitory No. 12!"
"You can see for yourself, Doctor."
"I do see," answered the master of the Hall, severely. "Plum, what does this mean?"
"I—er—I don't know," stammered the bully. He was so amazed that he could not collect his senses.
"Poole, can you tell me what this means?"