CHAPTER XIII.
There never had been anything in the professor’s school like the excitement that was buzzing in every corner the next morning before the bell rang. The boys were gathered in groups here and there, and the affair of the day before, and its probable consequences, were the only subjects under discussion.
“I say, Carter,” said one of the smaller boys, “I guess you wont hear much more about the almanac, after what you had to do with this!”
“What did I have to do with it?” retorted Carter. “If you’ve got anything to say, you’d better keep it for the one that was first to call out Humpy!”
“And if it comes to that,” answered Hal, bravely enough, but looking rather pale, “the first one never would have been heard if a dozen or more of you hadn’t taken it up and shouted it loud enough for all the world to hear. There’s a few of you to divide what the professor has to say anyhow.”
“Well, never mind who it was,” said another voice, “but what’s up anyhow? What’s the mischief done, and what’s the professor going to do about it?”
No one seemed to have an answer to these questions, and at last Tom ventured, though terrified at the sound of his own words.
“They say he’ll never get over it; they say he’s going to die.”