FUN AND AN EXPLOSION

Several days slipped by, and the boys waited anxiously for some
news from the authorities. But none came, and they rightfully
surmised that, for the time being, Dan Baxter had made good his
escape.

On account of the disastrous ending to the kite-flying match, many
had supposed that the feast in Dormitory No. 6 was not to come
off, but Sam, Tom, Frank, and several others got their heads
together and prepared for a "layout" for the following Wednesday,
which would be Dick's birthday.

"We'll give him a surprise," said Sam, and so it was agreed.
Passing around the hat netted exactly three dollars and a quarter,
and Tom, Sam, and Fred Garrison were delegated to purchase the
candies, cake, and ice cream which were to constitute the spread.

"We'll do the thing up brown," said Sam.

"We must strike higher than that feast we had, last year."

"Right you are!" came from Tom, "Oh dear, do you remember how we
served Mumps that night!" and he set up a roar over the
remembrance of the scene.

Hans Mueller had become one of the occupants of the dormitory, and
he was as much, interested as anybody in the preparations for the
spread. "Dot vill pe fine!" he said. "I like to have von feast
twist a veek, ha I ha!