Stacy glanced around expectantly. Not a face was smiling. All were as solemn as owls.
"He had a watch," nodded Rector.
"He had a watch," added Tad.
"I wonder if the watch was running?" piped Walter.
"No, it was stagnant," retorted Stacy.
"Young gentlemen, for the sake of bringing a long-winded discussion to a close, I will offer myself as—-as what you call a 'mark.' What had the watch to do with their thirst?" asked the professor gazing sternly at Stacy.
The boys shouted.
"Come down with the answer, Chunky."
"The watch had a spring in it," answered the fat boy solemnly.
"I think it's going to snow," observed Tad consulting the skies reflectively.