"Oh, he needs something like that, to take the awful conceit out of him," came from Songbird. "Why, he is getting worse and worse every day. Half the students are down on him. This may do him good."
"I doubt if you can make William Philander improve," was Stanley's comment. "The only thing that will do it is to send him off to sea, or on a ranch, and make him rough it for a while."
Tom expected to see Tubbs that evening, but the dudish student kept out of sight. He did not show himself until Sunday afternoon, and then he had but little to say. But he eyed Tom in a manner that was new to William Philander.
"He is going to get back at you, Tom," said Sam. "Better keep your eyes open."
On Monday afternoon Tom and Sam went down to the water for a short row. They came back just before supper and rushed up to their room to fix up a bit.
"Hello, the door is locked!" cried Tom, trying it.
"And the keyhole is plugged," added Sam, taking a look.
Then the brothers looked at each other.
"I guess William Philander Tubbs did it," said Tom.