Flockley-Koswell crowd," was Dick's comment. "Maybe it wasn't sanctioned by the other sophs at all."
The Rovers waited a while longer and then with caution they pulled back the bed and the table and opened the door. By the dim light in the hallway they saw that the place was deserted. Somebody had run a mop over the polished floor, thus taking up most of the water.
"I guess they have given it up for to-night," said Dick, and his words proved correct.
After waiting a good hour the three Rovers rearranged the room, hanging up some of the bedding and rugs to dry near the window, which they left wide open. Then they locked the door and went into Dick's room, which had not been disturbed. As they did this another door opened, and Stanley poked out his head, followed by Max.
"We heard it all," said the Southern lad with a chuckle. "Hope you doused 'em good!"
"We did," answered Tom. "They didn't tackle you, did they?"
"No; but I suppose they will later, or to-morrow."
"I am ready for them if they come," came from Max. "I got this," and he held up a long, white sack.
