“Then we wouldn’t be able to graduate this coming June.”
“Would he be mean enough to do that?” asked Dave.
“I think he would be mean enough for anything,” responded Phil. “Oh, I am not going to stand it!” he cried. 152
The boys had just come upstairs, after an extra hard session in their Latin class. All were aroused over the treatment received at the hands of Job Haskers. He had been harsh and dictatorial to the last degree, and several times it had looked as if there might be an outbreak.
The next day the outbreak came. Phil sprang up in class and denounced the unreasonable teacher, and Ben followed. Then Dave and Roger took a hand, and so did Buster and several others.
“Sit down! Sit down!” cried Job Haskers, growing white in the face. “Sit down, and keep quiet.”
“I won’t keep quiet,” answered the shipowner’s son. “You are treating us unfairly, Mr. Haskers, and I won’t stand for it.”
“Neither will I,” added Ben.
“Sit down, I tell you!” stormed the instructor.
But none of the students obeyed him, and in a minute more the room was in an uproar. One of the under-teachers heard it, and quickly sent for Doctor Clay.