“Say, this is rank injustice!” exclaimed Jack.
“It sure is,” came from Tom. “And the ice on the river is thick enough for skating, I believe. If we didn’t have to stay here we could cut the next lecture and have some fun.”
“We sure could. What’ll we do?”
“Let’s haze Skeel!” suggested Bert Wilson, for there was no one in authority in the room now.
“Let’s send him a warning,” suggested Tom. “We’ll write it out in Latin, and threaten to go on a strike, or burn him in effigy if he doesn’t act more fair. How’s that?”
“Good!” exclaimed several. “Tom, you write out the notice.”
“I will!” agreed our hero, and then a monitor came in, and silence was enforced. But Tom, after hurrying through the prescribed number of lines of prose, began work on the warning.