[CHAPTER VI]
THE NEW LEAGUE
Professor Broadkins looked up, as if mildly surprised at the merriment of the students. He glanced over into the walled city that he had constructed out of books, and then at Dutch. The sight of that worthy, with ink dripping from him appeared to solve the mystery.
“Why, er—Housenlager—what happened?” inquired the instructor. “Did some one——?”
“It was the catapult,” explained Dutch. “I—er——” he choked out.
Then the professor seemed to understand.
“Oh—ink!” he said, innocently. “You used the inkwell.”
“Yes,” assented Dutch. “I—er—put the bottle on the ruler, instead of the rock. I——”
“I understand,” interrupted the substitute Latin instructor. “It is too bad. How did you come to make that mistake, Housenlager?”
Once more the class laughed, and the lads were not restrained.