There was no immediate reply to this. The boys heard Job Haskers moving around the room 67 and heard him shut a bureau. Then the door was flung open.
“You insist upon seeing me, eh?” demanded the professor, harshly.
“We do, Mr. Haskers,” returned Phil, boldly.
“Very well, young gentlemen; step in.” And Job Haskers glared at the boys as he stood aside for them to enter.
“We came to see you, sir, about those Latin lessons,” went on Phil, finding it just then difficult to speak. He realized that Job Haskers was in no humor for being lenient.
“Well?” shot out the professor.
“We feel that we are not being treated fairly,” put in Ben, believing he should not make Phil do all the talking.
“Not treated fairly? I believe I am the best judge of that, Basswood.”
“Mr. Haskers, I hate to say it, but you are a hard-hearted man!” cried out Phil, the door being closed, so that no outsider might hear. “You are not giving us a fair chance. The other teachers have given me and Dave Porter and Roger Morr several weeks in which to make up those lessons we missed while we were away. You wish to give us only a week.”
“And you didn’t give me a fair chance to make up,” added Ben.