measurements again? We want the suits to fit all right, you know."

And in this way did Paul direct the attention of his comrades in another
quarter, because it was really unpleasant for him to be placed on a
pedestal, as though he were different from the rest of them.

Amid much laughter and joking the measuring went on. Wallace Carberry
wielded the tape-line, and Bobolink put down the figures, being closely
patched so that no errors could possibly creep in.

So engrossed were they in this interesting business, that no one paid the
least attention to their surroundings.

And when a heavy shutter was slowly closed over the one large window of
the tobacco barn, the fact went unnoticed.

In fact the meeting was about ready to disband, and one of the boys
started for the door to be in advance of his friends, when he made a
discovery.

"Who locked this door, fellows?" he called, as he tried in vain to budge
the barrier.

Of course this drew the attention of all the rest, and a rush was made
for the place of exit. One by one the boys tried to push the door open,
but even the stoutest of them failed to accomplish it.

"Who was the last one in?" demanded Bobolink, furiously, as he retired,
worsted from the encounter, to allow another a chance at the door.