“Then we’ll have to have this one revamped. It feels like lying on a pile of bricks to stretch out on it now. I think——”
“Hark!” interrupted Tom.
There were loud voices out in the hall. Voices in dispute.
“I tell you I will go out!” exclaimed someone.
“But the last bell is just going to ring,” expostulated another, whom the boys recognized as a hall monitor.
“What do I care! I can fool Zane. Stand aside!”
There was a moment of silence, and then the strokes of the retiring bell peeled out through the dormitories.
“There! I told you!” said the monitor. “You can’t go. If you do, I’ll have to report you.”
“All right, report and be hanged to you!” and then followed the sound of a scuffle in the corridor, as if some one was shoving the monitor aside.