"Garlach will write in French and Socrat will pen a few lines in German, and I'll tell 'em what to write," Jack went on. "Do you see my drift, as the snow bank said to the wind?"
"Good!" exclaimed Sam. "Go ahead."
The boys soon got together over the plan, and Jack was given plenty of suggestions to perfect it. He made up a number of sample notes, and then, being satisfied, he announced:
"Now I'm going to start in. Just hang around, you fellows, and see what happens."
It was about nine o'clock, but as it was the night before the last day of school, hardly any of the teachers or the pupils had thought of going to bed.
Jack went to Professor Garlach's room. He found the instructor busy packing up his books preparatory to the vacation.
"Ach! It iss young Ranger!" exclaimed the German instructor.
"Velcome. Come in. It is goot to see you."
"Thanks, Professor," said Jack. "I suppose you are all ready for the long rest?"
"Sure I am, Ranger."
"Well, we all are. I saw Professor Socrat packing up as I came past."