The two Instructors, muttering against each other, followed the head of the academy down the corridor.
"Now's our chance to sneak!" exclaimed Jack. "Say, it was the best ever!"
"What was in the notes that made them so mad?" asked Sam.
"Why, the one Garlach got stated that the Germans were a race of thieves and robbers and would never be anything better. Professor Garlach, on the other hand, seemed to have written to his French friend that the latter nation was nothing but a lot of long-legged frog-eaters, who were more ladies than they were men!"
"No wonder they went up into the air!" exclaimed Bony Balmore. "It was like a match to gunpowder."
"Lucky we could turn the lights out," commented Nat Anderson, "or they'd be fighting yet."
"Maybe they will have a duel," suggested
John Smith.
But in some way Dr. Mead managed to patch matters up. Nor was any punishment visited on the boys. The doctor evidently made allowances for the closing of school, and the consequent slacking of discipline that was bound to occur. The next day, though the French and German professors glared more darkly than usual at each other, there was no reference to the notes.
The closing exercises were soon over and then, after a few formal words of farewell for the term from Dr. Mead, Washington Hall was declared closed until the fall.
"Whoop!" yelled Jack, as he came with a rush from chapel where the final program had been rendered. "Hold me down, someone!"