“Keep them there all night, and on bread and water!” cried Dick.  “It is awful.  I’m sure the captain won’t stand for it.”

“To be sure he won’t,” came from Fred Garrison.  “But what are you going to do next?”

“Let them in the dormitory window.”

Tom led the way upstairs and into Dormitory No. 2.  There were four windows in a row, and six beds, three occupied by the Rovers and the others by Fred, Larry, and George Granbury.

Going to the corner window Tom threw it wide open.  It was growing dark outside, for it was now half-past six.  As he stuck his head out of the window there was the rattle of a drum down in the mess hall.

“Supper time!” cried Fred.

“You go down,” said Tom.  “No use of all of us being late.”

“No, you go down,” answered Dick.  “You’ve run risk enough.  Besides, if you are absent from the crowd too long somebody may grow suspicious of you.  I’ll help Sam and Tubbs to a safe hiding-place.”

“Find out if they are there first—­and lock the door after we are gone.”

Leaning out of the window Dick tapped on the next glass.  At once Sam showed himself.

“It’s quite a climb, but I reckon I can make it,” said the youngest Rover.

Waiting to hear no more, Tom hurried below, followed by Fred, and mingled with the crowd of students entering the mess hall.

Many of the boys were talking about the quarrel between Sam and Tubbs, and all condemned the actions of Jasper Grinder.

“He ought to have set them to doing extra lessons; that would have been punishment enough,” said one of the big boys, who was captain of Company A of the students for that term.

This opinion was that held by the majority.  Several of the boys came to Tom to learn what he had to say.  But he merely shrugged his shoulders.

“Wait and we’ll see what we will see,” he said

“Rover’s got a card up his sleeve, that’s as sure as you’re born,” said one of the students, and winked at Tom.  But Tom only looked wise and turned away.

When the students sat down to eat it was noticed that Dick’s chair was vacant.

“Master Thomas Rover, do you know anything of your brother Richard?” asked an under-teacher.

“Perhaps he is having a talk with Mr. Grinder,” said Tom.

“Oh!” Then the under-teacher noticed that Mr. Grinder’s chair was also vacant, and said no more.

While the boys were eating, Peleg Snuggers came to the door and looked carefully about the mess hall.

“You won’t find them here, Peleg,” said Tom to himself.  Then the man of all work disappeared, and the supper continued as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

CHAPTER V.

A scene in the schoolroom.

In the meantime, what of affairs in the dormitory?  Was all going as quietly as Tom had anticipated?