If he had tried Dick's door first.

[Transcriber's note: missing text ?] But he didn't.
However, there was no chance whatever for Yearlings Pratt and Judson to retreat unseen.

The door across the hall had been left open, and the tac.

would be sure to detect their sudden departure.
Dick Prescott's first movement was to pounce upon his disordered bedding, swiftly folding over the mattress, and laying the bed clothing in the prescribed manner.
Then he tiptoed up to the dismayed Judson, whispering in that yearling's ear as he knowingly winked at Pratt: "If I'm not too abominably b.j., sir, won't you please come to my table and help me bone math ?" It looked like a saving inspiration.

As Dick slipped into his chair he signed to Bert Dodge to stand at one end of the table.