"Now then, what's the row? Have you set all the water-jugs on fire?" I asked.
"We want you in our room a minute. Is Miss Chandos asleep?" he added.
"It ain't likely, with all the row you've been making at this door. What do you want, Tom? You know I'm in Coventry."
"Well, you won't be much longer. We'll give up about the cribs, Charley; you've beat us. But slip on some of your things and come into our room. Collins wants to speak to you. He's got some news."
"And a hamper too, hasn't he?"
"Yes, but there wasn't much besides clothes, and that's what's put him out."
"Does he think I'm to blame, then?" I said.
"No, but he thinks you might help him fill it. But come on, Charley, now, before Swain comes. We must think of something at once."
"I shan't be a minute, Chandos," I said, slipping my head inside the door; and then I followed Tom to his room. This is a good deal larger than ours, and has six beds in it, Jackson, Collins, and Tom, with three others, sleeping here. They were all perched on Collins's bed when we went in, talking over the matter upon which Tom had been dispatched.
"I say, Stewart, you'll promise us, first of all, not to tell what goes on here, even if you shouldn't join the fun?"