"They didn't tackle you, did they ?" "No; but I suppose they will later, or to-morrow." "I am ready for them if they come," came from Max.

"I got this," and he held up a long, white sack.
"What is it ?" asked Sam.
"Plaster of Paris.

If they tackle me I'll make 'em look like marble statues already." And the German-American youth winked one eye suggestively.
Despite the excitement the Rover boys slept soundly for the rest of the night.

All were rather sleepy in the morning, but a good wash in cold water brightened them greatly.

While getting ready for breakfast they looked for Flockley and Koswell, but those two students, as well as Larkspur, kept out of sight.
"They don't like the way matters turned out last night," said Dick.
On entering the dining-room they saw the sophomores at a nearby table.
Flockley and Koswell glared darkly, while as they passed, Larkspur put out his foot to trip Sam up.