“Say, what do you think of it?” asked Jack of his chum a little later, when both were in their room.
“Think of it? That it’s getting worse and worse,” remarked Tom bitterly. “I’ve had about all I can stand. Elmwood would be a perfect school, and a most jolly one, if it wasn’t for Skeel.”
“That’s what we all think, I guess. But what’s to be done?”
“Something, and that pretty soon,” declared Tom with energy. “I’m not going to stand it much longer.”
“Neither am I. Say, he wanted us to print that lesson so he could compare the letter with it.”
“Of course. But I fooled him,” and Tom told of his scheme.
“Good! I was afraid you’d be caught. We all ought to have printed part of that ultimatum, and then the responsibility would have been divided.”
“Oh, I don’t mind that. But if things don’t turn for the better soon we’ll either burn Skeel in effigy, or——”
“What?” asked Jack, as Tom paused.