An exclamation of anger burst forth from Ward’s lips, and even Henry’s ordinary calm was somewhat disturbed by the sight. Chairs, tables, bedding, and carpets were all piled in one indiscriminate mass in the center of the room. The dim light from the hall only served to increase the impression of confusion.
"Well, Henry," said Ward ruefully, when they entered the room and had carefully shut the door, "it’s too bad that you have to be punished too for my sins. Whoever did this, evidently intended to make a thorough piece of work of it. Isn’t it a sight to behold!"
"Never mind me, Ward," said Henry quietly. "I’m ready to take my share; all I’m sorry about is that somebody has such a mean spirit. What fun there can be in tearing everything to pieces like this I cannot see for my part."
"It hasn’t been done for the fun of it; you can rest easy about that," replied Ward. "I wish the one who did it was here now. I’d make him take a hand in fixing up the room again. Hello, the lamp’s broken!" he added angrily as he found the broken lamp in the midst of the heap on the floor. "Yes, and they’ve poured the oil all over everything too. It’s a good deal worse than it was this afternoon and that was bad enough. We’ll have to borrow a lamp, I’m thinking."
"No, mine’s all right," said Henry quickly, as he drew forth his own lamp from the border of the confused mass.
In a moment he had lighted it, and both boys stood for a moment and gazed ruefully at the wreck before them. Ward was almost too angry to speak now. All his quiet labor in the afternoon had been useless, and now a task even worse than the one which he had faced then was before him.
"We might as well go at it now as any time," said Henry quietly, removing his coat as he spoke, and preparing to begin the work. "It’s got to be done, Ward, and the sooner we do it the better. Come on, old fellow, we’ll soon have it all straightened out."
Ward made no reply, but he at once prepared to follow his room-mate’s example, and soon both boys were busily at work. Several times there came a rap on their door, but they did not heed it, for neither was in a mood to welcome callers.
They continued eagerly at the task, working rapidly, and it was not long before the room began to take on once more something of its former appearance. The study bell had rung, however, before their labors were ended, and the rap on the door which soon came they recognized at once as Mr. Blake’s.