“Same here,” answered Stanley.  “I am going to rest,” he added, and threw himself on one of the beds.

The others were glad to rest, also, and soon all were occupying the beds the connecting rooms contained.  They left the windows wide open, so that they might get all the fresh air possible.  Strange to say, each was soon in a profound slumber.

While they were sleeping they did not know that Professor Sharp came in to see if they wanted any supper.  Seeing them sleeping so soundly, he notified Doctor Wallington.

“Do not disturb them,” said the president of Brill.  “Sleep will do them more good than anything.  I doubt if they care to eat.”  And he heaved a sigh as he thought of the problem before him.  He liked the Rovers and Stanley Browne, but according to what he had seen and been told, some of the strictest rules of Brill had been violated, and it would be impossible for him to pass the affair by or mete out ordinary punishment.

“I am afraid I shall have to dismiss them,” he told himself.  “Too bad!”

In some manner the story leaked out, and by Sunday noon all the students at Brill knew that the Rovers and Stanley were in disgrace, and in danger of dismissal.  A few sided with the boys, but the majority shook their heads.

“They had no business to go off on such a lark,” said one of the seniors.  “It’s a disgrace to the whole college.  If they are sent home it will serve them right.”

Koswell and Larkspur were in high glee over the success of their plot, and when alone winked at each other and poked each other in the ribs.

“They’ll get what’s coming to ’em this trip,” said Bart Larkspur with a chuckle.  “They’ll be lucky if they are not sent home.”

“And we’ll rub it in, too,” added Koswell.  “You know how those Rovers are dead stuck on those girls at Hope.”

“Sure.”

“Well, I’ll fix it so those girls hear all about this affair.”

“Good!” cried Larkspur.  “That will be the bitterest dose of all.”

“Say,” put in Dudd Flockley nervously, “you don’t suppose there is any danger of our being found out?”

“Not the slightest,” answered Koswell.  “I saw to it that all our tracks were covered.”

“But that fellow Parwick?  Are you certain he can be trusted?”

“Yes.  But we have got to pay him for his trouble.  I promised him twenty dollars.  I’ll give him half and you can give him the other half,” answered Koswell.  He knew Larkspur had no spending money.

“Oh, I’m willing to pay him his price,” said the dudish student.  “But I want to be dead certain that he will keep his mouth shut.”

“I’ll make him do that,” returned Jerry Koswell.

CHAPTER XXVIII

DARK DAYS

The Rovers and Stanley Browne were kept in the rooms until Monday morning.  During that time their meals were sent to them, and Professor Sharp came to see them twice.