"Of course," replied the older lad.
By this time they were at the study of Dr. Doolittle. A soft light was burning in the room, but the head of the school was not there. His place was taken by his secretary.
"I would like to see Dr. Doolittle on very important business—very important," said Mr. Callum pompously. "It is an outrageous piece of vandalism that I have to report."
"I am very sorry," said Mr. Paterson, the secretary, quietly, "but Dr. Doolittle does not wish to be disturbed. He is not feeling well."
"I demand to see him! I want these two boys expelled at once," said the instructor. "They have insulted me, damaged my clothing and spoiled a new hat. I want them expelled."
"Dr. Doolittle does not want to be disturbed," repeated Mr. Paterson. "The recent disappointment about not getting more capital for the school has told heavily on him, Professor Callum."
"I know, but that does not affect this case. He must take some notice of it, and act at once on my complaint. These boys can not remain in the school another day. Either they leave or I do!" and he shook an accusing finger at the brothers.
"I will take a note of what you wish to say," went on the secretary, who, in spite of his youth, did not seem to fear the irate professor. "I will give it to Dr. Doolittle in the morning."
"I want to see him now."
"He is not to be disturbed," was the quiet answer. "Will you give me the facts?"