In the meantime, what of affairs in the dormitory? Was all going as quietly as
Tom had anticipated?
As soon as Tom went below Dick locked the door, then turned again to the window.
Sam was trying to climb from one room to the next, but could not get a
satisfactory hold.
"Here, give me your hand," cried Dick softly, and reaching forth he soon helped
his brother to a position of safety.
"Say, aint it dangerous?" asked Tubbs anxiously, as he gazed to the ground,
twenty feet below.
"You've got to run some risks, Tubbs," said Dick. "Quick, or you may be too
late."
Fearful of a fall, the rich youth put out one foot and a hand. Dick tried to
reach him, but was unable to do so.
"I--I'm afraid I'll fall," was the trembling answer. Then the rich youth let out
a cry of alarm. "Somebody is coming!"
"Come" cried Dick, and reached out a trifle further. As Tubbs gave the eldest
Rover his fingers Dick hauled him from the window and literally swung him into
the dormitory. Then, as Tubbs landed in a heap on the floor, Sam closed the
window and locked it.
"Now you must clear out to another room!" cried Dick. "Whoever was coming will
find that window wide open, and guess you have escaped in this direction."
"Go to Dormitory No. 6. Only young Adler is in there, and Hemmingway, and
they are on a vacation until after Christmas. The closet is a big one, and you
can both hide on the upper shelf. Quick! I'll bring you some supper."
All three left the dormitory, and Sam and Tubbs scurried off in the direction
indicated. As for Dick, he lost no time in reaching the mess hall.
"Sorry, sir," he said to the under-teacher. "The bell couldn't have rung very
loud."
"It rang as loud as usual," was the answer, and no more was said, the teacher's
head being just then full of other matters.
Glad to get off so easily, Dick lost no time in eating his supper. While making
way with the food he stowed a goodly portion in his pockets, in a couple of
spare napkins, and by some silent motions from Tom learned that his brother was
doing the same.
Just as the students were finishing the meal, Jasper Grinder came in and walked
down the aisles between the tables. He looked both angry and perplexed. As he
came close to Tom he paused.
"Excuse me, Mr. Grinder, but won't you let Sam out of the stone cell?" asked
Tom, to avoid being questioned.
"You be silent Rover," muttered the teacher, and passed on without saying more.
After the supper hour it was usual for the students to have half an hour to
themselves, during which they might read, play games, or do as they pleased. But
now Mr. Grinder called them together in the main classroom.
"I wish to talk to you young gentlemen," said the teacher, when all were seated.
"We're going to catch it now," whispered Tom to Dick. "Don't you give the secret
away."
"Indeed I won't," answered the eldest Rover. "I intend to lay the whole case
before Captain Putnam as soon as he returns."
"Silence!" thundered Jasper Grinder. "I want you boys to stop talking
instantly."
"I didn't say anything," murmured several in an undertone.
"Silence, I say!" repeated the master, and then all became so quiet that the
ticking of the clock could be heard distinctly.
The teacher gazed around at the scores of faces and looked more stem than ever.
"I am going to question all of you separately, and I trust each of you will tell
the truth. The question is, Do you know what has become of Samuel Rover and
William Tubbs? or Do you know what they have done? I shall start with the first
boy. Hickley, what have you to say?"
"I don't know anything about them," answered the boy named Hickley.
"Oh! All right, sir. No, sir, to both questions, sir."
There was a titter at this, which caused Jasper Grinder to grow red in the face.
"Boys, be quiet!" he shouted. "If you do not be still I will keep all of you in
to-morrow."
As this would have spoiled the chances for a good skate and some exciting races,
the boys immediately subsided. Then the questioning went on until Dick Rover was
reached.
"I don't know where Sam and Tubbs are now," said Dick. "Perhaps they are frozen
stiff."
"Did you aid them in escaping from the stone cell and the storeroom?"
"I do, sir. As soon as Captain Putnam arrives I shall lay this whole matter
before him, and learn if you have any authority for placing my brother in a
place where he is liable to catch a cold which may give him pneumonia and be the
cause of his death. As it is, my brother suffered a great deal, and so did
Tubbs, and if they get sick from it you may be sure that you will be held
legally accountable. It was an inhuman thing to do."
As Dick finished there was a murmur, and then a number of the students broke out
into applause, while Tom clapped his hands as hard as he could. Jasper Grinder
stood at his desk dumbstruck, with his face growing paler each instant.
"Silence! silence!" he exclaimed, when he could control his voice. "Silence, I
say, or I will cane you all! This is--is most unseemly--it is--er--mutiny!
Silence!"
"I mean just what I say, Mr. Grinder," went on Dick, when he could be heard.
"You are master here, and we are bound to obey you, in certain things. But you
shan't keep my brother in an icy room all night, and on a supper of stale bread
and cold water. Such treatment would almost make a mule sick,"
"Rover, will you be silent, or must I get the cane?" gasped Jasper Grinder,
almost beside himself with rage.
"If you get your cane, sir, you won't hit me more than once with it."
"My gracious! Is he really going to try to cane you, Dick!" exclaimed Tom.
"I suppose he is," was the cool answer. "He is so angry he doesn't know what he
is doing."
Rushing from the classroom Jasper Grinder presently reappeared, carrying a cane
which looked as if it might hurt a good deal, if vigorously applied.
Tom could not help but grin. Dick was almost as tall as the school-teacher, and
probably just as strong, and the idea of a caning appeared ridiculous in the
extreme.
Caning was not allowed at Putnam Hall, but evidently Jasper Grinder meant to
take matters in his own hands.