Job Haskers's bed had been turned around for this term, so that the head was next to the wall beside the doorway. It was a new brass bedstead, ornamental but light.
With deft fingers, Dave doubled the cord provided by Ben, and tied one end to the head railing of the brass bedstead. The other end of the cord he carried to the doorway, and threw up through the transom, which swung upon side pivots.
"Good, I see your plan now!" murmured Phil. "I reckon we'll give him an awakening all right enough!"
As soon as the boys in the hallway had secured the outer end of the doubled cord, Dave stepped out of the room again, followed by Roger and Phil.
"Why not lock the door?" whispered the senator's son. "The key is here."
"Just what I intended to do," answered Dave, in an equally low voice.
The door was closed and locked, and the students all gathered in front of the portal, each with his hand on the cord.
"I wish we could dump him out of bed," muttered Plum.
"We'll give him a little quiver first," said Dave. "He won't know what to make of it. I don't think he'll notice the cord. It is just the color of the wall."
