"Put some chocolate near him, and see if he wakes up," suggested Ned in a whisper. The clerk, at the boys' request, placed a glass of the steaming liquid close to Jim's hand as it rested on the marble counter. Jim opened his eyes, looked at the beverage, glanced at the four chums waiting expectantly and then--closed his eyes again without reaching for the chocolate. "He's lost his chance," Fenn said. "I'll drink it myself." He did so, and, as the boys were leaving, Jim appeared to rouse from his slumber. He seemed to remember the chocolate, for he put out his hand as if to grasp it. His fingers closed on the empty air. "Did I drink it?" he asked of the chums, who stood laughing at him. "Must have," replied Ned. "I don't remember," Jim said, in puzzled tones. "But it's all right. I'm sleepy to-day. Is the tower still--?" Then the exertion of talking seemed to be too much for him, and he closed his eyes again. "Come on," said Ned. "I've got to get home and make arrangements for my New York trip." "Oh, yes, and I must find out when I can go," Bart added. "We can have jolly sport there, fellows." There were several family councils that night. Ned's plans were all made, and he had but to pack his trunk, ready to leave on the following Monday morning. The other chums, though, had to consult their relatives. It was inconvenient for some to let the boys go Tuesday, and Thursday did not suit any better. Finally a compromise was made and Wednesday, following the Monday on which Ned was to start, was fixed on. Then came an announcement which changed the plans of the boys to some extent. Late Saturday afternoon it was stated that the damage to the school had been greater than was at first supposed. It would be impossible to make repairs so that classes might assemble the second week in January, and the institution was to close for a month. Not until February first, President Williamson stated, would the school open again. "Say, this will just suit us!" cried Ned as he and his chums discussed the news that night. "We can stay so much longer. I know my aunt will be glad to see us, and the longer vacation we have the better she will like it. She's fond of boys. All hers are grown up. She said I was to come and stay a month if I wanted to." "Fine!" exclaimed Bart. "I'll have to pack a few more clothes in my trunk if we are to be gone longer than we first calculated." "So will I," cried Fenn. "Then it's all settled," said Ned. "I'll go Monday and you follow Wednesday. You can find your way to the house I guess. It's on West Forty-fourth street. Here's the number. I'll be there to welcome you. Won't we have fun though! I've never been in New York." The others had not either, and they spent some time discussing the pleasant prospects ahead of them. Monday morning they all went down to the depot to see Ned off.