“Suspended for two weeks!” he murmured when Tom had finished.
“With no athletics,” added Tom. “Not even to see the games that are to be played here, and there are to be two.”
“Hum,” mused the doctor. “Well, you know we must have discipline here, Parsons. Without it we would soon have chaos. But—ah—er—hum! Well, come and see me this evening. I will have a talk with Mr. Zane. He has to be strict, you know, very strict under certain circumstances, but—er—um—come and see me to-night.”
“What do you s’pose he wants?” asked Sid when Tom had told him of the meeting.
“Blessed if I know, unless it’s to give me a lecture on my conduct.”
“No, Moses isn’t that kind.”
“He’s going to restore to you all the rights and privileges of a student,” declared Phil Clinton, who, together with some others of Tom’s chums, was in his room.
“My uncle says——” began Ford Fenton, but instantly there was a protesting howl.
“Give me that water pitcher!” demanded Sid of Phil.
“This isn’t fit to drink,” was the remonstrance.