“Say, what does this mean?” demanded Wesley.
“You’ll see in a minute.”
The others were quick to catch the idea, and all the bed coverings, as well as the wearing apparel in the room, were quickly transferred to the closet.
“We’ll leave you your pajamas, for you might catch cold,” said Randy. Then the closet door was locked and the key taken away.
“Now, don’t try to raise a row, or you’ll be sure to get the worst of it,” said Jack, as the crowd prepared to leave the room.
“We can’t stay here with nothing on the beds!” cried Codfish.
“You thought we could do it, didn’t you?” asked Andy. “It’s simply tit for tat. Go on and lie down and enjoy yourselves.” And thereupon the Rovers and their chums withdrew, locking the door after them.
“I guess that will hold them for a while,” remarked Spouter. “They can’t get their things unless they break open the door, and I don’t think they’ll go that far. And they can’t get out unless they go on the fire escape, and the door from there to the corridor is locked on the inside—they’d have to go through some of the other fellows’ rooms.”
“Now then, how are we going to square up with those other fellows?” asked Gif.
“I was thinking I might sneak down and get old Huxley’s garden syringe—the one he uses to spray the bushes and flowers with,” said Andy. “We might give ’em all a dose of ice-water, or something like that.”