"What condition?" questioned Macklin, eagerly.
"That you go to work and place everything exactly as you found it."
"Pooh! do you suppose I am going to play nigger for you!" ejaculated Gus Plum.
"You'll do that, or take the consequences."
"Let us fix the rooms, Gus," came from the sneak. "I—I don't want them to—to——"
"Oh, shut up, Chip!" interposed the bully, in disgust. "I am not going to lift my hand, so there!" he added, defiantly.
"He's too hot-headed to last," came from one of the students. "Let's hang him out of the window by the heels."
"I've got a good mustard plaster handy," said another. "I think to apply that to his neck, just where his collar comes, would bring him around."
"Or else place a bit of ice on his feet," came from another, and he held up the chunk from the water pitcher.
"You can't scare me," replied the bully. "I won't help fix up the room, so there!"
At that moment came a loud knock on the door, which caused all of the students to start in alarm.
