"Like what?" "Why, as if somebody had sent you a Christmas-tree or made you president of a railroad?" Bob laughed. "I've been to see the Head," he said. "Humph! I never knew of his causing any one such overwhelming delight," observed Van a little spitefully. "Hush up, old man; don't run down the Doctor," Bob said. "You may have more cause to be grateful to him than you know." "You don't mean--" Van's voice trembled. "Did you go to see him about me?" Bob nodded. "Bob! How did you dare?" "I dare do anything that becomes a man; who dares do more is none," quoted Bob merrily. "I don't believe, though, I'd have dared go for myself," he answered. "It is different when you are doing it for some one else. Now sit up and listen and I'll tell you all about it. The Doctor was mighty white about you; but in spite of all he stuck to the fact that you'd disobeyed the rules; he kept going back to that every time I tried to switch him off. We squabbled over you a solid hour, and the upshot of it was this: you are to stay at Colversham--" "Hurrah!" Van hurled a pillow into the air. "Shut up and hear the rest of it. You are to stay here because I promised upon my word of honor that you would keep straight and study." "I'll do it." "That isn't all." Bob hesitated. It was a wrench for him to deliver the remainder of the message. "Yes, you are to stay," he repeated as if to gain time. "But of course you can't expect to slip through with no punishment at all."