m, and went out on the campus.

"How did you make out?" questioned Phil, as he ran up to them.

"We got our time," answered Roger.

"But let me tell you one thing," said Dave. "After this Haskers is
going to hate us worse than ever."

"I don't see why," declared the shipowner's son. "I think we are
letting him off mighty easy."

"He feels as if he had been forced into doing what we want," went on
Dave. "I think he looks at it as if you had used that Mrs. Breen
incident as a club over him."

"Well, it was a club in one sense, Dave."

"I know it, Phil, and, although I am glad we have won out and gotten
that extra time, still I am sorry that you and Ben went to him as you
did."

"Humph! did you think I was going to sit still and be put back into a
lower class?"

"Maybe it might have been better if you had gone to Doctor Clay."

"I don't think so," replied Phil, shortly; and then the school-bell
rang again and all the boys had to go to their next classes.

In spite of the cloud that thus hung over the affair, every one of
the chums was glad of the extra time in which to make up the lost
lessons. Not one of them had to grind away as hard as before, and Dave
took a little time off, in which to send a letter to his father and
another to Jessie.

The next day was warm and pleasant and, after school-hours, Roger
proposed to Dave that they take a walk up the woods road back of the
school.

"All right, a walk in the woods will do us good," was the answer.
"Shall we ask some of the others?"

"If you wish," and in the end Phil went along, and also Buster Beggs
and Gus Plum.

"My, but I had a run-in with old Haskers this afternoon," said the
stout youth. "I came close to carrying the matter to the doctor."

"What was it about?" questioned Dave.

"Oh, nothing at all, to my way of thinking. I went to the library to
get a book and he accused me of wasting my class time. He was very
ugly. I won't stand for much more of it," grumbled Buster.

Dave said no more, but he and Roger exchanged glances. Evidently the
irate instructor was going to "take it out of somebody," as the saying
goes.

The boys walked on and on, along the road, until Oak Hall was left far
behind. Soon Buster forgot his troubles, and the crowd were chatting
gayly of many things.

"Call for candidates for the baseball team next Saturday," announced
Gus Plum. "I hope we get up a team this year that knocks the spots out
of Rockville Military Acade