Then, as the door at the farther end of the room opened, allowing light from the hall to come in, a voice asked: "What's the matter?' "Matter enough! I am terrible insult!" exclaimed Mr. Socrat from behind a table where he was crouching. "I must be apologized by alretty!" muttered Mr. Garlach, in deep tones. "What is this all about?" demanded Dr. Mead, who had made the first inquiry. "What does it mean?" "Ach! I vill tell you!" spoke the German teacher. "I will leave at once razzer zan stay where he iss!" came from the Frenchman. "Come to my office," said Dr, Mead. "I am afraid it's another of the boys' pranks." The two Instructors, muttering against each other, followed the head of the academy down the corridor. "Now's our chance to sneak!" exclaimed Jack. "Say, it was the best ever!" "What was in the notes that made them so mad?" asked Sam. "Why, the one Garlach got stated that the Germans were a race of thieves and robbers and would never be anything better. Professor Garlach, on the other hand, seemed to have written to his French friend that the latter nation was nothing but a lot of long-legged frog-eaters, who were more ladies than they were men!" "No wonder they went up into the air!" exclaimed Bony Balmore. "It was like a match to gunpowder." "Lucky we could turn the lights out," commented Nat Anderson, "or they'd be fighting yet." "Maybe they will have a duel," suggested John Smith. But in some way Dr. Mead managed to patch matters up. Nor was any punishment visited on the boys. The doctor evidently made allowances for the closing of school, and the consequent slacking of discipline that was bound to occur. The next day, though the French and German professors glared more darkly than usual at each other, there was no reference to the notes. The closing exercises were soon over and then, after a few formal words of farewell for the term from Dr. Mead, Washington Hall was declared closed until the fall. "Whoop!" yelled Jack, as he came with a rush from chapel where the final program had been rendered. "Hold me down, someone!" "I will!" exclaimed Nat, jumping on his chum's back, and bearing him to the earth. "I'll help!" cried several, and soon half a dozen had piled upon Jack, in the middle of the campus. "Down!" he cried, half smothered. "That's enough!" "Fall in line for a grand march!" shouted Fred Kaler, as he tooted on a tin fife. "L-l-M-let m-m-m-me--l-l-l--Pzzant!" spluttered Will. "Let me lead!" "Too late!" cried Sam, as he ran out and got at the head of the impromptu procession. "Came on and get Socrat and Garlach in line!" called Jack. "We'll make 'em march side by side and forget all their troubles." The idea was received with shouts of laughter. Off the lads started on a run for the rooms of the two professors. "Come on!" cried Jack to Mr. Garlach. "Ach! Vat iss it now?" inquired the instructor, vainly struggling against the hold Jack had of him. "You boys vill drive me to distraction!"