MORE PLANS THAN ONE
Dave and his chums waited impatiently for bed-time and in the meanwhile
the invitation to participate in the coming feast was extended to all
who had been mentioned as possible guests. All accepted with pleasure,
and Babcock said he expected to have a "whang-bang time," whatever that
might mean.
About nine o'clock Dave and Roger got ready to retire to the dormitory.
They were just going upstairs when Chip Macklin came rushing up to them.
"Come with me," cried the small student, in breathless tones.
"Where to?" questioned Dave.
"Never mind--come on, and be quick about it."
Seeing that something unusual was up, Dave and Roger followed Macklin
to a back hallway. Here the small student looked around cautiously, to
make sure that they were not being observed.
"It's all off!" were Macklin's first words. "The sooner you get rid of
that cake and stuff the better!"
"What makes you say that?" demanded Dave.
"I just overheard Nat Poole talking to Plum and Jasniff. They mentioned
your name and something about breaking up a feast, and I made up
my mind something was in the wind. I don't like to play the sneak
any more"--Macklin got red as he said this--"but I felt I had to in
this case. Poole told his cronies all about the stuff hidden in our
dormitories and about the feast to be had at midnight, and they planned
to go to old Haskers and to Dr. Clay and have us all caught red-handed!"
At this announcement the faces of Dave and Roger fell for a moment.
"So you'd better get the stuff out of the way at once," went on Chip
Macklin.
"Tell me just what was said," said Dave, after an awkward pause, and
Macklin did as requested. As he proceeded Dave's eyes lit up in sudden
merriment.
"So that is their game," he said. "Well, we'll pay them back,--just
wait and see!"
"One thing is certain, the feast is off," said Roger, with a sigh.
"Not a bit of it," answered Dave. "Didn't you hear what Chip said? They
are going to rouse up Haskers and Dr. Clay about eleven o'clock, so
as to catch us red-handed. What's the matter with having our little
jollification before that time?"
"Good for you, Dave! But we'll have to be careful----"
"Leave it to me, and I'll fix the whole thing," replied Dave.
It was not long after that when all the pupils of Oak Hall retired to
their dormitories. In the meantime Dave lost no time in going among his
chums and acquainting them with the new order of things.
Dave's plan worked like a charm. He rightfully guessed that Nat Poole
would be listening at one of the dormitory doors. Accordingly he spoke
in a loud voice after the door was locked.
"We'll have to wait until twelve o'clock before we touch a mouthful,"
he said. "In the meantime let us fix that lemonade and those other
things. All of the other fellows will come in at exactly quarter to
twelve. The feast is to last from twelve to one o'clock."
"I'm sorry I've got to wait until twelve o'clock," said Ben, in an
equally loud tone. "But if that is the rule of this club, why, I'll
have to obey."
"Those other good things won't arrive until quarter to twelve," said
Roger.
So the talk ran on until the boys were undressed and ready to retire.
Then the lights were put out and all became quiet.
In the darkened hallway Babcock was on guard. Soon he came in with a
broad grin on his face.
"You've fooled 'em completely," he whispered. "They have arranged to
call up the doctor and old Haskers at exactly half-past eleven, and
they are going to pounce in here just a few minutes after twelve,--when
they expect everything to be in full blast. Plum says he will help
smash down a door, if it is necessary."
"Well, it won't be necessary," answered Dave, dryly.
As soon as all was quiet, the good things were brought forth and
all the invited guests lost no time in "making themselves at home,"
as Buster Beggs expressed it. Growing boys always have tremendous
appetites, and it did not take long for the larger portion of the cakes
and pies to disappear.
"Ah!" sighed Sam Day, at last. "I must let up, I am too full for
utterance."
"I can't eat another mouthful," said Polly Vane, as he finished a
chocolate éclair. "It was delicious, though."
"Which puts me in mind of a story," said Shadow, who sat on the edge of
a table eating a quarter of a pumpkin pie. "A poor boy went to a Sunday
school picnic, and when eating time came he filled up on sandwiches
and cake and lemonade until he was ready to burst. Then they brought
around some ice-cream. 'Johnny,' says a lady, 'you'll have some
ice-cream, won't you?' Johnny looked at her for a minute, his face full
of sorrow. 'Can't,' says he. 'Why not?' says the lady. 'Because,' says
he, 'I--I kin melt it, ma'am, but I can't swaller it!'" And a laugh
went up.
"What are you putting away?" asked Roger of Dave, who was filling two
large paper bags with cake crumbs and pie crusts. "Going to feed the
birds?"
"No, I've got a little plan. Won't these do more good in Plum's
dormitory than in ours?"
"Eureka!" shouted Buster, and then checked himself. "It's a splendid
plan!" he whispered.
"Wait till they go off to rouse up the doctor and old Haskers," said
Ben.
"That's what I had in mind to do."
The boys assembled went over the dormitories with care, cleaning up
every evidence of the feast. Everything that was left was put in paper
bags, which Dave had provided. Then came a rather tedious wait on the
part of the majority, Dave and Roger meanwhile slipping out to learn
what the enemy was doing.
At last came the opportunity for which Dave was waiting. He saw Poole,
Plum, and Jasniff leave their dormitory and hurry towards the rooms
occupied by the master of the Hall and his second assistant.
"There they go, Dave!"
"I see them, Roger. Quick! back to the room with you!"
They ran to their own dormitory and in a minute reappeared with the
bags of broken cake and pie crusts. With these they rushed to the
dormitory occupied by the bully of the school and his cronies. The door
was ajar and all was dark inside, the students not in Poole's plot
being sound asleep.
With deft hands Dave and Roger distributed the broken cake and the pie
crusts, putting some on a table, some on a desk, a portion in the beds
occupied by Plum, Poole, and Jasniff, and the remainder on the window
sill and the floor. Then they overturned a chair, and shoved one of the
beds partly against the door, so that it could not be readily closed.
"Now for the alarm!" cried Dave, and lit several gas jets. Then he and
Roger set up a sudden yell and ran with might and main for their own
room.
Dr. Clay and Job Haskers had just been awakened by Poole and his
cronies when the alarm sounded. This aroused Andrew Dale and fully two
score of students, and all rushed into the hallways to learn what it
meant.
"A feast in Dormitory 12, eh?" said the worthy master of Oak Hall.
"I'll see about this!" And he donned his dressing gown.
By the time he reached Dormitory 12 the whole school was in an uproar.
Some thought there might be a fire, and there was great excitement.
"If the place is on fire, I want to get out!" cried one student.
"There is no fire!" answered Dave. "I think it's a false alarm."
"Didn't the alarm come from Plum's room?" asked one pupil.
"I think it did," answered another.
"Let us go see what is up!"
Many rushed in that direction, followed by Andrew Dale. Then came a cry
of astonishment from the first assistant.
"What does this mean? A feast, I declare."
"A feast!" said Dr. Clay, who was in the rear. "I was told there was a
feast going on in Dormitory No. 12!"
"You can see for yourself, Doctor."
"I do see," answered the master of the Hall, severely. "Plum, what does
this mean?"
"I--er--I don't know," stammered the bully. He was so amazed that he
could not collect his senses.
"Poole, can you tell me what this means?"
"N--no, sir. I--I haven't had a thing, sir."
"Jasniff, what about this?"
Nick Jasniff shrugged his shoulders. "I thought there was something
going on in Porter's room. Poole said so."
"Well, who sounded that alarm here?" thundered Dr. Clay.
To this question there was no answer.
"We had better look in No. 12," suggested Job Haskers, who had just
come up, wrapped in a flannel robe and wearing slippers.
The doctor and his assistants turned to the dormitory occupied by Dave
and his chums, and then looked into the bedroom adjoining. Everything
was as clean and orderly as could be. The boys were up, but they were
not dressed.
"What's the row?" asked Buster Beggs, sleepily. "Oh, Doctor, is that
you? I thought I heard some noise."
"Didn't you hear the alarm?" asked Dave. "I thought it woke up
everybody."
The doctor said little but looked around the rooms with care, and so
did Job Haskers.
"Some mistake evidently," muttered the assistant.
"I am going to find out what the crumbs in that other dormitory mean,"
answered Dr. Clay.
He passed out, and meeting Poole in the hallway caught the pupil by the
shoulder.
"Just come with me," he said, and led the way back to the room Nat
occupied with his cronies. "Now, explain this!" he demanded.
Of course poor Nat Poole could not explain, and neither could Plum nor
Jasniff. They tried to tell their story, but for once the doctor was
too impatient to listen.
"As there was no cause for that alarm, I want you all to go to bed,"
said he, after listening to a few words. "It is midnight and I want
all of you to get your night's rest. In the morning I'll make an
investigation."
"What of this muss?" faltered Poole.
"Clean it up, every bit of it!" thundered the doctor, and passed out
and to his own room once more.
"I won't touch the stuff!" snarled Nat Poole.
"Neither will I," came from Plum.
"Nor I," added Jasniff.
"Are you going to disobey?" demanded Job Haskers, who had remained on
the scene.
His manner was so menacing that the three students shrank before him.
"It wasn't our fault----" began Plum.
"Enough. I can see through your doings. You tried to get others into
trouble to hide your own tracks. This plot will not work with me. In
the morning you must clean this apartment thoroughly, or I will punish
you severely!" And having thus delivered himself Job Haskers stalked
off, leaving Plum, Poole, and Jasniff the maddest students Oak Hall had
ever known.