“You certainly ran right into the things, just as we had lit them,” said Sam. “I don’t see how you can blame us for that.”
“You’ll see! I shall report to Doctor Wallington at once!” stormed Asa Sharp, and hurried off with his face drawn down in sour determination.
“Phew! I guess we are in hot water, Tom!” whispered Sam.
“I don’t see how he can blame us, Sam.”
“Well, in one way, we had no right to set off the fireworks.”
“Indeed! And why not, on the last day of the term, I’d like to know? The doctor saw us, and he didn’t say anything about stopping.”
“I really think it was Professor Sharp’s fault,” said Allen Charter, who had been standing near. “He certainly ran right into the midst of the lighted fireworks. I saw him do it.”
“Will you say a word for us, Charter, if we are reported to the Head?” asked Tom.
“Certainly.”
“And so will I,” added Stanley.