k, starting
to-morrow. When you come to the classroom I will show you just what
you have to make up." Job Haskers looked around the room. "Now, then,
remember, I want less noise here." And so speaking, he turned on his
heel and walked away.

For a moment there was silence, as the boys looked at each other and
listened to the sounds of Mr. Haskers's retreating footsteps. Then
Phil made a face and punched one of the bed pillows, savagely.

"Now, wouldn't that make a saint turn in his grave?" he remarked.
"Isn't he the real, kind, generous soul!"

"He ought to be ducked in the river!" was Buster's comment. "Why, how
can anybody make up the lessons you've missed in a week? It's absurd!
Say, do you know what I'd do if I were you? I'd complain to the
doctor."

"So would I," added Sam Day. "Two weeks would be short enough."

"I'll not complain to the doctor," returned Phil. "But I know what I
will do," he added, quickly, as though struck by a sudden idea.

"What?" came from several.

"Never mind what. But I'll wager he'll give us more time."

"I guess I know what you think of doing," said Dave. "But take my
advice and don't, Phil."

"Humph! I'll see about it, Dave. He isn't going to run such a thing as
this up my back without a kick," grumbled the shipowner's son.

"Well, wait first and see if he doesn't change his mind, or if we
can't get through in the week," cautioned Dave.

"What was Phil going to do?" questioned Luke, strumming lowly over the
strings of his guitar.

"Oh, don't let's talk about it," cried Dave, before Roger could speak.
He did not wish the Mrs. Breen affair to become public property.
"Tell us about the wild man, and all the other things that have
happened here since we went away."

"And you tell us all about Cave Island and those stolen jewels," said
Buster.

Thereafter the conversation became general, Dave and his chums telling
of their quest of the Carwith diamonds, and the other students
relating the particulars of a feast they had had in one of the
dormitories, and of various efforts made to catch the so-called wild
man.

"I don't believe he is what one would call a wild man," said Ben
Basswood, Dave's old chum from home, who had just come in from some
experiments in the school laboratory. "He is simple-minded and very
shy. He gets excited once in a while, like when he threw those
mud-balls."

"Well, you ought to know," remarked Buster. "Ben is the only fellow
here who has talked