“Never mind. You tell him we insist upon seeing him,” put in Pepper.
Peleg Snuggers placed the breakfast on a stand and withdrew, locking the door as before.
“Rather a slim meal,” observed the young major, looking at what had been brought.
“He is going to starve us as well as keep us prisoners,” was the Imp’s answer.
As both boys were hungry it did not take them long to stow away everything in sight. Then both began to walk around the cold cell, in order to keep warm.
“This is outrageous!” cried Pepper, at last. “I am not going to stand it another minute!” And going to the door he began to hammer upon it loudly. Jack, also out of sorts, did the same.
The racket was soon heard in the classrooms, and presently Josiah Crabtree came rushing to the place, a heavy switch in his hand.
“Hi! hi! stop that noise!” thundered the assistant teacher. “Stop it, I say!” And he threw open the door and confronted the pair, with snapping eyes and with a face red from indignation.
As soon as the door was opened Jack and Pepper stopped kicking and pounding. Both faced the instructor fearlessly.
“What do you mean by such a noise?” demanded Josiah Crabtree, after an ominous pause.