Messmer did as requested, and then Dave gave the other boys the signal to haul away.
"But be careful," he added. "Otherwise the line may break, and some more of us will go in the hole."
The students hauled steadily and cautiously, and slowly but surely Messmer came out of the snowy hole. As his feet came into view it was seen that a pair of hands were clasped around one of his ankles.
"Tom Hally is there!" shouted Dave. "Be extra careful, or he may slip back!"
He had hardly spoken when Messmer's foot came up with a jerk. The unfortunate boy below had let go, being probably too exhausted to keep hold.
"Oh, Dave, what shall we do?" gasped Roger. He stood next in the life line.
"Make two lines!" cried Dave. "Here, you get hold of one of my feet, and Messmer can get hold of the other. Now don't let go, whatever you do. I'll go down after Hally."
"But the danger----" began Ben.
"We can't leave Hally to smother to death there, Ben. Now then, hold tight," answered Dave.
The two lines were formed, each end boy holding tight to one of Dave's ankles. Then Dave threw himself down in the snow and wormed his way to the edge of the hole. Several feet below he saw one of Tom Hally's hands sticking up, the fingers working convulsively. He made a clutch and got a firm grip of the wrist.
"Haul away!" he called. "But be easy, or the edge of the hole may cave in!"
Under Dave's directions the boys hauled away with care, and presently poor Tom Hally came to the surface of the snow, and was dragged to a safe spot. He was all but exhausted, and too weak to stand.
"Here, we'll carry you to the school!" cried Roger, and he and some others made a "chair," and thus the unfortunate lad was carried to Oak Hall, where he was placed in a rocking chair in front of a fire.
"I went down all of a sudden," he explained, when he could talk. "I yelled for all I was worth, and I saw some of you running towards me. Then I went out of sight, and the next I knew Messmer's feet were on my head. I caught hold of one foot and was dragged almost to the surface. Then my strength gave out,--and I hardly know what I did after that."
"Dave pulled you out," answered Phil. "He saw one of your hands sticking out of the snow, and he got us fellows to form two lines, with him on the end."
"I am very thankful," said Tom Hally, and he gave Dave's hand a warm squeeze. "I shall never go near that hollow again!"
"It's a dangerous place in the winter time," said Roger. "We should have known better than to have retreated in that direction."
"Well, the Army of the Red won!" cried one of the students. "Say, wasn't it a dandy battle!"
"It certainly was!" answered several others.
Doctor Clay was much alarmed to learn that Hally and Messmer had gone down in a hole in the snow, and he came to see how the former was getting along. Then he praised Dave and his chums for their bravery in effecting a rescue.
In the past Hally, who was a rather silent student, had had little to say to the other boys, but now he spoke to Dave, and asked him quite a number of questions concerning himself and the other occupants of dormitories Nos. 11 and 12.
"I'd like to be in with your bunch," said he, wistfully. "I don't like our crowd very well."
"Where are you?" asked Dave.
"In No. 13--with Nat Poole and his crowd."
"They aren't very much of Nat's crowd any more, are they?"
"Oh, several boys still stick to him. But he makes me sick."
"Well, I am sorry, Hally, but our rooms are filled up," said Dave.
"Poole is down on you, isn't he?"
"Yes."
"He told me you and he had had a lot of trouble."
"So we have--but I claim it was mostly Nat's fault. He does some pretty mean things."
"So he does, for a fact," and Tom Hally nodded earnestly. "He is down on Maurice Hamilton too, isn't he?"
"Yes, but Shadow never did him any harm. It's just Nat's mean disposition," returned Dave; and there the conversation had to come to an end.
But that talk, coupled with the fact that Dave and his chums had so bravely gone to Tom Hally's rescue, produced an unexpected result. Two days later, when the occupants of dormitories Nos. 11 and 12 got up, they were surprised to find, just inside of one of the doors, a big pasteboard box, securely tied with a heavy cord.
"Why, what's this?" asked Phil, who was the first to see the box.
"Must be a Christmas box!" cried Dave. "And yet it is rather early in the season for that."
"Is it addressed to anybody?" questioned Ben.
"Nothing on it," announced Roger, after an inspection. "Maybe the box was placed in this room by mistake."
"Let us open it and see what is inside," suggested Polly Vane.
"I second that motion," added Luke. "Hope it's got some nice Christmas pies in it."
"Maybe it's a trick," cautioned Shadow. "Go slow on opening it."
The boys pushed the box to the center of the dormitory with care, and then Roger cut the cord with his pocketknife.
"You open it," said Phil to Dave.
"I am not afraid," answered Dave, and took off the cover.
And then what a shout went up!
"Our shoes, and boots, and slippers!"
"Where in the world did this come from!"
"Say, I thought my shoes were gone for good!"
"Are they all here?"
"I guess so. Let us sort 'em out and see."
Hastily the box was turned over, and the contents dumped on the floor. Then began a general sorting out, lasting for several minutes.
"One of my gym. shoes is missing," announced Phil.
"Perhaps one of the other fellows has it," suggested Dave, and the shipowner's son started a fresh search. But it was of no avail. Every shoe, slipper, and boot that had been taken had been returned excepting one of Phil's foot coverings.
"Well, I don't care much," said Phil. "These shoes were about worn out, anyway."
"Where do you suppose this box came from?" asked Ben, and then he gazed curiously at Shadow, and the others did the same.
"I--I suppose you think--that is, you imagine I--er--I had something to do with this," stammered the boy who had on several occasions walked in his sleep.
"Do you know anything about it, Shadow?" asked Dave.
"Not the first thing!"
"Did you dream of anything last night?"
"Yes, I dreamed about a--er--a----" stammered the sleep-walker. "I--er----Oh, it wasn't about shoes, or anything like that."
"Well, what was it?" demanded Roger, sternly.
"It was about a party, if you must know. I dreamt I took a girl, and we had a nice time dancing and playing games. There weren't any shoes in it," and poor Shadow got redder than ever.