"When?" questioned Dave, doubtfully.
"After bedtime, of course."
"All right, I'm with you. But we mustn't get found out."
"Don't fear for that. We can put out a guard—same as we always do when we have a feast. The only person we have to fear is Job Haskers."
"And that sneak of a Chip Macklin," put in Roger. "If he blabs on us I'll wring his neck for him."
"I've got a plan to get rid of Haskers," went on Phil. "Let us send him a message in the afternoon asking him to come to town on important business. He'll get Murphy to do the monitor work for him, and Murphy will be easy."
So it was agreed, and after that, during spare hours, hardly anything was talked over but the proposed midnight feast. All the students of dormitories Nos. 11 and 12 were carefully sounded, and each voted favorably on the project. Roger "passed around the hat," and by this means four dollars and fifteen cents were collected to pay for the spread.
Dave was fearful that Ben might fail them at the last minute, but upon asking Dr. Clay he was informed that his friend would arrive on the following Monday afternoon.
"And as he is well acquainted with you and with Roger Morr, I have decided to let him oc-
