“What are we going to do?”
“Strike! Rebel!” declared Tom daringly. “I suggest that we demand better treatment from him, or we’ll all go on a strike, and refuse to recite to him any more, or enter his classroom!”
“Good!”
“Great!”
“That’s the stuff!”
“Hurray for Fairfield!”
“Are you in earnest, Tom?” asked Jack, who stood near his chum.
“I surely am. I’ve stood more from him—and so have all of us—than I would from anyone else. I say let’s strike!”
“And we’re with you!” came in a chorus.
“All of you?” asked Tom, looking around on the Freshman Latin class. “Remember a strike is no good unless we’re all in it.”