"Seven o'clock!" Van straightened up and stared. "Why, man alive, I haven't been asleep fifteen minutes."
"You've been lying like a log for nine mortal hours," chuckled Bob.
"Great Scott! Some sleep, isn't it? That's better than I do at Colversham."
"Rather!"
"Well, I need sleep. I'm worn out with over-study."
"You are, like—"
"I am. I'm an intellectual wreck," moaned Van. "It's the Latin."
Bob burst into a shout, which was cut short by a rap at the door.
"Time to get up, boys," called the cheery voice of Mr. Carlton. "Step lively, please. Here's a can of hot water."
The boys wasted no more time in fooling.