"Oh -- er -- Mr. Strong, is that you?"
"Yes, open the door."
"Why -- er -- is it locked?
"Yes."
At once Larry tumbled from his bed, unlocked the door and stood
there rubbing his eyes. "Excuse me, Sir, for not hearing you
before."
"I want to know what the meaning is of the noise in here?" said
George Strong severely, as he gazed around the dimly lit
apartment, for the lamp was turned low. "You boys are -- gracious
me! What's this?"
The teacher started back in genuine surprise, and his words
aroused all of the boys in the beds, who followed his gaze in
equal wonder.
For in the center of the floor sat Tom, his eyes tightly closed, a
rubber boot in each hand, and rocking backward and forward with
great rapidity, as if rowing.
"Two lengths ahead!" muttered Tom. "I'll beat you yet, Larry!
Three lengths! Oh, but this is a dandy race! Pull away, you
can't beat me! Oh! There goes an oar," and, bang! went one of
the rubber boots against the base board, and Tom made a leap if
diving into the water after it, sprawling and spluttering as he
pretended to swim.
"He's got the nightmare again!" shouted out Sam, quick to
understand Tom's dodge.
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