"My! but he's a bird!" remarked Sam Day.
"Say, Plum, you ought to hire out in a dime museum," said another. "They can advertise you as the curio from Borneo—half man and half bird. It will bring you a fortune."
"He'll never get that tar off, never," murmured Macklin. "Oh, this is awful!"
"Keep quiet, unless you want a dose," said Roger, and the sneak ceased speaking instantly.
The bully was in a terrible state of mind, and he was now sorry that he had not helped Macklin to rearrange the dormitories and thus escape the dose just given him.
"I'll make them pay for this—just wait and see!" was what he told himself.
"Now, Plum, listen to me," said Phil, after the work was accomplished and the fellow was a mass of molasses and feathers. "Don't you dare to report this. If you do, we'll make Oak Hall too hot to hold you."
"And don't you dare to say a word," added Dave, to Macklin.
"I—I won't open my mouth," whined the sneak.
"Have the rooms been put into shape?" asked Roger.
"Just about," answered Sam Day. "The rest we'll have to do ourselves." He referred to the
