CHAPTER VII 

HOW JOB HASKERS WENT SLEIGH-RIDING 

On the instant the noise in Dormitory No. 12 came to an end. Shadow Hamilton dropped the chair and sat upon it and Luke Watson swung his banjo out of sight under a bedspread. Dave remained on one knee, picking up the books that had been scattered. 

"You--you young rascals!" spluttered Job Haskers, when he could speak. "How dare you throw books at me?" 

He glared around at the students, then strode into the dormitory and caught Dave by the shoulder. 

"I say how dare you throw books at me?" he went on. 

"I haven't thrown any books, Mr. Haskers," answered Dave, calmly. 

"What!" 

"I threw that book, Mr. Haskers," said Roger, promptly. "But I didn't throw it at you." 

"Ahem! So it was you, Master Morr! Nice proceedings, I must say. Instead of going to bed you all cut up like wild Indians. This must be stopped. Every student in this room will report to me to-morrow after school. I will take down your names." The teacher drew out a notebook and began to write rapidly. "Who knocked over that stand?" 

"I did," answered Shadow. "It was an--er--an accident." 

"Who was making that awful noise dancing?" 

"I was dancing," answered Sam. "But I don't think I made much noise." 

"It is outrageous, this noise up here, and it must be stopped once and for all. Now go to bed, all of you, and not another sound, remember!" And with this warning, Job Haskers withdrew from the room, closing the door sharply after him. 
Who?
 Dave remained on one knee, picking up the books that had been scattered. 