"I dink, Tom, you vos play no more such dricks, hey?"
"No, I've had enough," replied Tom very soberly. "If you had been
killed or seriously hurt I would never have forgiven myself." And
it may be added here that for some time after this event
fun-making and Tom were strangers to each other.
At the proper time the feast which had been planned came off, and
proved to be an event not readily forgotten. It was no easy
matter to obtain the good things required, and the boys ran the
risk of being discovered by George Strong and punished; but by
midnight everything was ready, and soon eating was "in full
blast," to use Sam's way of expressing it.
A few of the boys from the other dormitories had been invited, and
the boys took turns in standing out in the hall on guard.
"You see," explained Tom, "Mr. Strong may come in, and I won't be
able to play nightmare again, as I did last year."
"Say, but that was a prime joke," laughed Frank.
"And Mumps!" cried Larry. "I'll never forget the orange flavored
with kerosene," and a general laugh followed.
Somebody had spoken of inviting Jim Caven to the feast, but no one
cared particularly for the fellow, and he had been left out.
"Perhaps he'll tell on us," suggested Larry, but Frank shook his
head.
"He hasn't got backbone enough to do it. He's a worse coward than
Mumps was."
Soon it came time for Sam to do his turn at guarding, and stuffing
a big bit of candy in his mouth, the youngest Rover stepped out
into the dimly lit hallway and sat down on a low stool which one
of the guards had placed there.
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