eyes again without reaching for the chocolate.
"He's lost his chance," Fenn said. "I'll drink it myself."
He did so, and, as the boys were leaving, Jim appeared to rouse from his slumber. He seemed to remember the chocolate, for he put out his hand as if to grasp it. His fingers closed on the empty air.
"Did I drink it?" he asked of the chums, who stood laughing at him.
"Must have," replied Ned.
"I don't remember," Jim said, in puzzled tones. "But it's all right. I'm sleepy to-day. Is the tower still—?" Then the exertion of talking seemed to be too much for him, and he closed his eyes again.
"Come on," said Ned. "I've got to get home and make arrangements for my New York trip."
"Oh, yes, and I must find out when I can go," Bart added. "We can have jolly sport there, fellows."
There were several family councils that night. Ned's plans were all made, and he had but to pack his trunk, ready to leave on the following Monday morning. The other chums, though, had to consult their relatives. It was inconvenient for some to let the boys go Tuesday, and Thursday
