“How about us?” demanded Jerry. “Being the victims, it seems to me we should have a little say in the matter.”
“There you go again,” retorted Dawson. “You freshmen never can seem to understand that it is part of your training to do as your betters tell you. Inasmuch as just about all the Kappa Phis are old Pi Eta men, you can be very sure that nothing will be decided upon that will lower the dignity of any Pie Eater.”
While they were talking, the boys were standing upon the porch of the school building.
In the meantime, the principal had started on his rounds of the various rooms, immediately upon the departure of the student committee, and it was only a short time before he had learned that all the Greek letter men had cut their classes.
Angered at such action, Mr. Larmore was stalking back to his office, when he chanced to espy the committee members through the glass in the door.
Hastening his steps, he pushed open the inner door, yanked the knob of the outside one so that the door came open with a jerk, and faced the boys.
“Why aren’t the Greek letter students at their classes, and what are you doing out here?” he demanded.
“I can only speak for myself, sir,” returned Dawson. “I am out here because I’m not going to school to-day.”
Only the tone in which he spoke saved the boy’s speech from being grossly disrespectful, but the principal had sufficient understanding of scholars to know that it would not be well for him to press the matter farther, and without another word, he closed the door and returned to his office.
“Wow, but Princy’s mad!” ejaculated Jerry. “Let’s get hold of the other fellows and decide on our plan of action just as soon as we can.”