"He ought to be taken down a peg," said Shadow, who had not forgotten how he had been kept in. "I wish we could do something like last term when we got Farmer Cadmore's ram up in his room and——"
"That's it," cried Buster. "Only it won't do to try the same joke twice. We'll have to think up something new. Polly, give us an idea."
He turned to Bertram Vane, who sat at a table, trying to write a composition. Bertram was very girlish in appearance, hence the nickname.
"Please don't bother me now," pleaded Polly. "I want to finish this composition."
"We want some idea to work off on Haskers. Open up your knowledge box, Polly," came from Phil.
"Really I can't," returned the girlish student. "I am writing a composition on Bats, and I want——"
"Baseball bats?" questioned Roger.
"No, no, living bats. Their habits are very interesting, and——"
"Polly has solved the question for us!" exclaimed Dave, and began to grin. "Just the thing! Polly, have you written much yet?"
"No, I hadn't the chance, with so much talking going on."